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As Long As We Have Each Other
Bradley Bradshaw x reader
Synopsis: After a rough day all Bradley wants to do is hold his girl and forget everything for a while but after finding out your day has been worse Bradley becomes your shoulder to cry on. Warnings: crying, hard day at work, tough boss
Thank you @callsignmaverick5 for your lovely request.
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The sound of the front door shutting gently behind him caused Bradley to sigh with relief. He’d had a rough day, Hangman’s constant nagging and jests were finally getting to him and he didn’t know how he’d contain himself when he’d brought up his father. He was just glad to be home, finally being able to hold his girl and forget about everything for a while.
As the latch locked into place a sense of peace washed over him as he dropped his bag onto the wooden floor and toed off his boots. The house was silent which was unusual, you normally had some kind of music playing. He followed his normal route through the house in search of you but came back empty-handed. He noticed the French doors were open and as he stepped out into your small garden he could just make out your figure alone on the beach across the road. Bradley had always considered himself lucky to have a house so close to the beach. It was perfect for summer barbecues or late-night walks, surfing and sunbathing. He watched your figure sit motionlessly, staring out into the ocean. He slipped on his flip-flops that he always left handy by the back door and made his way out, crossing the quiet road and heading towards you. He was glad he’d changed before leaving work because the last time he wore his flight suit to the beach after work Hangman had come along and with the help of Coyote had thrown him into the sea. It had taken ages to clean and dry it and Bradley was convinced he was still finding sand in the cockpit for months afterwards. When he reached the other side of the road he could see that your shoulders were shaking slightly and you were bent forward. You were crying. Bradley hurried over to you quickly but trying not to startle you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You jumped a little, looking up at Bradley with red, tear-stained cheeks. You sniffed helplessly and Bradley took a seat beside you in the sand, pulling you close to his chest and cradling your head. You could hear the light thumping of his heart and you felt a small sense of relief. Whenever you felt anxious or worried just the sound of Bradley’s heartbeat could ground you.
“Darling, what happened?” Bradley asked, trying to coax you gently away from his body so he could look into your eyes. He hated seeing you upset, if he could he would take all your pain away and never let you hurt again but Bradley couldn’t do that so he tried to shield you as much as he could.
“Just something a work,” you mumbled, trying to turn your head away from him but he was having none of it. Taking your face in his large palms, he turned you back to face him. “What happened?”
You sniffled again, trying to compose yourself before you spoke. “Just Cyclone being harsh about my flying again. He said I'm being too safe but when I fly like my dad he said I'm too dangerous.” Bradley sighed, looking at your tear-stained face. “I don’t know what to do, Brad. I just want to be a good pilot and I have to work twice as hard as anyone else because I’m a woman.” You could see the look on Bradley’s face and you regretted what you’d said. Of course, he’d had a difficult time after your father had pulled his papers and he couldn’t attend the academy like his father. “Brad, I did mean…”
“No you do have to work hard to be where you are and I understand but Baby you're an incredible pilot so don’t fly cautiously like me or recklessly like Mav. Fly like you.” You looked at him confused and he chuckled as you crinkled your nose.
“What I mean is don’t try to be like anyone else, I want you to be you. Hell, that's why I fell in love with you.” You could help but smile up at the man you loved. The sun was setting casting a golden glow over his soft cheeks, his blonde moustache shining in the light as he gave you a bright smile. “You are too good for me, Brad.” You leant up, pressing your lips gently to his. His moustache tickled your upper lip but you didn’t care, moving to sit in your boyfriend's lap, placing your palms against his chest.
“I think that’s the other way around, Baby.” Bradley pulled you in for another kiss, this time less needy but still full of love. “As long as we have each other we don’t need anyone else.” He whispered into your hair. Cradled in Bradley’s arms you let your fears of the day wash away from you as you enjoyed his embrace. As the sun set on another day on North Island it took with it all your doubts and fears of being an aviator. You were a good pilot, a great one even and as long as Bradley beloved in you that’s all that mattered.
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loorain · 7 months
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Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Sabrina's Weekend Off
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Juno spends the day with Sabrina at the restaurant today for a very special reason: today Marquise is picking him up to spend the weekend at his place!
Marquise and Sabrina decide meeting at the restaurant is better because it's a more central location to both of their places, and he'll have to come right after work to grab Juno. Juno doesn't mind the arrangement, playing quietly by himself for the majority of the day while Bibi (Sabrina) works. Soon enough though, the end of the day comes and Marquise makes his way to the restaurant.
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Sabrina: Hey Marquise! How're you doing?
Marquise: Doing well! Juno's in the playroom?
Sabrina: Yeah, he's all set to head out whenever you're ready. He's been asking about the sleepover at your house all day. I think you can say he's excited.
Marquise: It's gonna be great spending some one-on-one time with him!
Sabrina: Yeah, he's a really good kid. I have to admit, gonna be a little strange not seeing him around for a couple of days.
Marquise: Have any plans to keep yourself busy?
Sabrina: I'm going to spend some time actually trying to relax, but Beau and I do have a date planned as well. Something casual.
Marquise: So things are going well between you two?
Sabrina: Actually, yeah. Things feel normal for the first time in the entirety of our relationship. It's a breath of fresh air.
Marquise: That's good. You both deserve that.
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Sabrina: Ah, but enough about that. I meant to tell you, I'm planning a dinner party with the fam and my friends soon. You have some availability in your schedule? I promise the food'll make it worthwhile!
Marquise: A gourmet meal from a world-class chef? No way I can miss that! Just tell me the day and time!
Sabrina: Awesome! I'll keep in touch.
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Sabrina and Marquise finish up their conversation and Juno toddles over to his dad, immediately enveloping him in a big hug!
Juno: Papa!
Marquise: Hey Junebug! How's my little guy? Ready to come to Papa's house?
Juno: Papa house!
So Juno and Marquise head off to his place and Sabrina finishes up at the restaurant for the day, heading home by themself. It's an odd feeling, but also feels nice to have some time to themself for an entire weekend.
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And so a new day begins at the Legacy House. Sigrid and Robin get up early enough to go for a jog together, which they both enjoy fully.
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Scarlett busies herself with grilling on the last day of summer before the weather starts changing.
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And for the first time in a long time, Sabrina sleeps in. Getting up and not having to immediately check on Juno feels strange, but there's a peacefulness that washes over them as well.
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Sabrina even gets to enjoy some time sunbathing outside (which results in a very awkward tan that you'll probably see later at some point lol). Sabrina enjoys the slowdown, even despite having an energetic lifestyle. Sometimes, a little relaxation is just what the body needs.
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Anya ends up making a surprise visit as well, and she spends some much-needed sister time with Sigrid talking about the kids, their relationships, and impending wedding plans. Yes, wedding planning is back on!
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The next day is equally relaxed and tranquil at the Legacy House. Robin and Sigrid spend time with the girls while Scarlett enjoys some downtime, including a midday nap. But for Sabrina, they get dressed for their special date day with Beau.
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It's a very chill date, meeting up at a marketplace and exploring together before chatting (and smooching) on a nearby bench. It's the first time in a while that Sabrina feels really at ease, not having to worry about anything else but their enjoyment. Beau feels the stress melting off of their partner as well, which makes him feel more at ease as a result.
Beau: We need to do this more often.
Sabrina: I agree. It's nice to not have to worry about anything but us. I love Juno and I love being a parent, but this is making me realize how much I need my own time every once in a while.
Beau: You're picking Juno up later, right?
Sabrina: Mhm. Just a brief stayover. This was the test run. Since Marquise didn't call me in a panic, I think it's safe to say everything went well.
Beau: I'm sure Juno enjoyed spending some extended time with his dad.
Sabrina: He wouldn't stop talking about it leading up to it, so I'm sure he had a blast. We'll probably do longer stayovers moving forward. That way I can focus on the restaurant a little more too. Juno's going to start going to daycare as well.
Beau: Wow, time's moving so fast.
Sabrina: Tell me about it. It seems like yesterday I was griping that Juno didn't seem to want to come on his own and had to go into surgery to deliver him, and now he's a big bad toddler making friends and staying over at his dad's house. And I have you back in my life too. That makes it even better.
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Later that day, Sabrina bids Beau farewell and heads to Marquise's apartment to pick up Juno.
Sabrina: Hey, nice place you got here.
Marquise: Thanks. Wanted to make sure the place was perfect before Juno started coming over. He's in his room playing.
Sabrina: I'm guessing everything went well?
Marquise: We had a good time for sure. Already looking forward to next time.
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Sabrina: You know, I can't pretend I didn't have a little separation anxiety about letting Juno come over here. I trust you, but Juno and I have been together since his conception. This was the first major time he'd been without me. But you know, I think it was really good for both of us.
Marquise: Well I know how much parenting has fallen on your shoulders up until this point. Some of that is on me, and I take accountability for that. But I love Juno and I want to be a good dad, so I'm doing what I can. We had a good time, and I hope we can have even longer stayovers in the future. Maybe he can even stay with me for the entire summer next year.
Sabrina: I think we can arrange that.
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Sabrina eventually steps into Juno's bedroom and finds him playing on his bed, content with himself and his imagination. He beams when he sees them, dropping his toy and springing up to greet them.
Juno: Bibi!
Sabrina: Hi my Junebug! Have a good time at Papa's house?
Juno: Yeah! Papa fun!
Sabrina: I'm so glad to hear that. Ready to go home? We'll see Papa again soon, okay?
Juno: See Grammy?
Sabrina: Yeah, Grammy's waiting and she can't wait to see you. Let's go home.
And so Sabrina and Juno bid Marquise farewell until next time, both growing from the experience and looking forward to many more fun-filled days, both together and apart from one another.
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Spring sunbathing.
Milo the neighbour's cat.
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avenging-fandoms · 3 years
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“Do you think John B can fuck you like this?”
Where rafe gets jealous when the reader spends too much time with John B.
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OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST
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rafe was a jealous boyfriend, even if he denied it every time you brought it up. he got really defensive and jealous when you hung out with the pogues- especially john b.
since middle school through freshman year of high school, you were 'in love' with john b. you had befriended him, and you two eventually 'dated.' it was middle school, so how serious was it? you two kissed twice and he broke up with you via note during study hall.
rafe thought it was like you two were married and got divorced, and he thought you were still hung up on john b. you met rafe middle of sophomore year, and suddenly you forgot who john b was. ever since then, for 4 years, it's been rafe and only rafe in your eyes.
you still hung with john b, he was a big part of your life. he was around for big changes in your life even after he broke your heart for a week in middle school.
you and john b laid out on your towels in the beach, soaking up the sun after surfing for hours. "so.. how's rafe?"
"he's rafe. but i love him. how's your love life?" you smile and roll on your stomach, cheek on your arm as you look at your best friend.
"i don't have one. haven't had interest in anyone since isabella"
"oh yeah! isn't she the one with the dad who threatened to rip your.. thing off?" you both laugh and you check your phone, sitting up and stretching. "i have dinner with rafe in 2 hours so i'm gonna head home and get ready. see you tomorrow?" you did your special handshake with john b and he nods, waving to you as you head inside. you text rafe you were all done at john b's and he texted he was on his way.
you put on your shorts and one of rafe's button ups but left it open, smiling as you saw rafe's car pull into the driveway. you shouted your goodbye to john b again before jumping into rafe's car. "hi baby" you smile and lean over, rafe holding your face and kissing you slowly. "oh.. hello" you whisper and bit your lip, rafe smiling.
rafe drove off and kept his hand on the stick shift, drumming his fingers on the leather. "so.. did you have fun with john b?" he asked, his tone cold. you smirk under your hand and shrug.
"yeah, we went surfing for a bit, had some really nasty beach sex then just sunbathed for a bit" you thought rafe broke his neck with the speed his head spun to face you. you burst out laughing and rafe shakes his head, spitting his toothpick out the window.
"you think that's funny? ah, alright" rafe adjusted his hips and slouched a bit, leaning his chin on his fingers as he drove with his right hand, never looking at you until he got to your house.
"oh rafe, come onnn i was kidding!" you touch his elbow but he just ignores you, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you stared out at the buildings until you were in your driveway. "i'm not getting out of this car until you look at me, rafe" you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn your body to him, rafe's finger rubbing over his lip and pointing to your house.
"your parents home?" he asked and you shook your head.
"no, they're on that work trip until friday" you answer and rafe smirks, getting out of the car after shutting it off. he came to your door and opens it, throwing you over his shoulder and you grab your bag. "rafe! rafe what the fuck!" you laugh and let yourself dangle, smacking his butt playfully. "okay, so you won't look at me but you'll kidnap me? makes sense"
rafe went inside and took you to your bedroom, his hand spanking you a few times and you kicked your foot up as his rings stung your skin. you drop your bag and he put you on the bed, holding your face and squishing your cheeks together as he smirked down at you. "we'll see how funny you think you are after i make you unable to sit for weeks"
you gulped and rafe sat down on the edge of your bed, pulling your shorts and bikini bottoms off. he bent you over his knee and massaged your ass in his hand, striking down and you yelp as his ring hurt. rafe purposely moved his rings onto his right hand as he spanked you so there was more when he spanked you.
you let out whimpers and moans, apologizing to rafe over and over. "rafe, please, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" you gasp and he sits you up, smiling and placing his fingers under your chin. "i'm sorry" you whisper and close your eyes as he kisses your chest, and you went to take off his shirt but he stopped you.
"keep it on. when i take it back, i want to look at it and remember fucking you" he mumbled against your skin and pulled your bikini top string, sliding it over your head. rafe put you on the bed on your stomach, kissing each red cheek and running his finger over the welts from his rings, making you hiss. rafe smirks in victory, biting down softly.
"fuck, rafe" you whisper as it hurt, but also felt good. rafe undid his belt and pulled his pants down, and you spun around, rafe tapping his cock against your mouth. he gripped your hair and you pushed your head down, rafe moving your head for you and thrusting into your mouth slowly.
"yeah, take it.. take it all. good girl, mm" rafe smiled as you gag, pulling you away. rafe collected the spit from around your mouth and stroked his cock, pushing you back to the bed. he pulled your hips up, pushing his tip into you and you whimper as he squeezes your tender ass. rafe didn't start with slow thrusts, he fully went into rough thrusts and dirty words.
your fingers gripped the bed sheets and you moaned, rafe bunching your shirt in his fist as he continued to pound into you. "do you think john b can fuck you like this? have you moaning and screaming? come on, sweetheart, let him know who fucks you this good" rafe held your hair and you whimpered, moaning rafes name over and over again. "good girl, tell everyone who fucks this pretty pussy this good"
"yes, fuck rafe, you do. fucking hell" you push your hips back against him and spin onto your back, grabbing his face and kissing him sloppily as he thrusts into you again. "you, rafe, only you. always. i love you" he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fixated on yours with his fists next to your body on either side.
"i love you baby" rafe mumbled against your mouth, and your fingers gripped his hair, both of your legs over his shoulder as he bites your calf, repeatedly hitting your spot. "fuck i love you, cum all over me, i can feel you close. cum all over my cock"
rafe's thrusts were rough and fast as he brought you to an orgasm, and his cum spilled on your stomach. you hum and stroke him softly, pumping him cleaning. you smile as you scooped some on your fingers, licking them clean. "you are so sexy, baby" rafe whispered and kissed your thigh. "can i send a picture of you covered in my cum to john b?"
"ew! no! you can take one just never send it to anyone" rafe's eyes lit up and he took out his phone, taking a picture and you laugh. rafe got a wet wash cloth and cleaned you off, and you headed to the bathroom.
you whimpered as you sit on the toilet, and rafe fixed himself in your mirror. you head back into your room and sit on the bed slowly, hissing as your ass softly grazed the sheets and you rolled onto your stomach. "what's up, do you need help?"
"can you just put ice on my butt or something, it really hurts" you pout and rafe smirks. "it's not funny!"
"ah, so mission accomplished, hm?" he winked and kissed you, going downstairs and grabbing ice. he grabbed some vaseline as well, heading back upstairs. rafe pressed the ice against your ass for a couple of minutes, then put on vaseline and you hum.
"you're right" you sigh and he looks at you. "it wasn't funny, i've learned my lesson" you look up at rafe and he bites his lip softly, kissing your head. "can we just stay here for dinner? i don't think i can sit down and eat anywhere. he can order pizza and hang in the pool so i don't have to sit"
"sure, can you put on bikini bottoms or will it hurt?" he asked and you looked at him with a smile.
"skinny dip?" you smirk and his eyes lit up again, making you laugh and he held your face, kissing you. "rafe" you both laid on your sides and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek. "i'll always come back to you, rafe. i love you, and only you"
you and rafe spent the rest of the night in the pool, having rounds 2 and 3 in the pool and hot tub, eating the pizza and listening to music, just enjoying one another.
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v1oletvenus · 3 years
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amoureux de l'été
imagine: what summer in southern france would be like with the marauders.
mentions: at first there's general headcanons of the summer then i wrote each marauder (james, sirius & remus) x fem reader dating headcanons and at the end i put my summer song recs cos im extra 🤣 mentions of sex, smoking, drinking, swearing, etc.
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- Alphard Black allowed for his nephew to housesit his estate in southern France for the summer, and so Sirius invited you all to stay.
- It was beautiful that august; sunlight reflected in beams through the pollen-dusted skies, and the warmth of the french countryside flooded your senses at all times.
- You had taken several moments when you first got off the train to drink in the rolling hills, the conversations in french surrounding you and the gorgeous blue sky, before you were whisked off by your friends to Alphard's expansive second residence.
- The golden sun casted a honey coloured glow on the house and its surrounding meadows, its rays filtering through the clear river that flowed gently nearby, that you had all taken to swimming in.
- Other passtimes included trips to the nearest town for provisions and reminders of civilisation outside of the bubble of people that you loved the most in the world.
- Barbecues to bikerides, sunbathing to swimming, laughing to drinking and dancing the night away to record after record.
- And that's how it was for all of you during those few weeks. All completely at peace, finally away from the chaos at home.
J.P.
You clutched onto him for dear life, a gleeful shriek espaping your lips, your damp skin pressed against his, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.
"You let me down, Potter!"
"As you wish, love."
Before you could protest you had both plunged into the cool water below, bubbles going up your nose and limbs entangled as you found the surface again.
James' favourite part of the whole stay was the river - the gentle current, the endless splashing, you in a bikini...
Not even that, just you.
You giggling at him and swimming away, making him chase after you and invite more squeals from you as he lifted you up and splashed at you.
Showering together afterwards to wash the residue off the both of your bodies, stealing kisses and loving touches as you took care of each other.
He got you up early for quiet bikerides, just the two of you, to explore what's nearby or go and get icecream for breakfast from the nearest village.
He barely spoke a word of french, so trying to get the message across found to be a little difficult - after exaggerated hand movements and lots of pointing, he would come out of the shop with two cones, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
"Vanilla? You're boring."
"It's a classic, love." he replied, muttering an add-on, "Plus that's the only flavour I know in French, because its more or less the same in English."
He would get sick of all the takeout and restaurants pretty quickly, opting to channel his inner Euphemia and make something for all of you himself.
You would come down from a nap and find him busy in the kitchen, charming the knives and boards to chop food themselves while he crouched down, looking incredibly confused.
"Can I help with anything, Jamesie?" you asked, running your fingers through his dark tousled hair as you followed his gaze towards the oven.
"Leave it all to me, darling. Just please tell me how to switch this muggle 'off-veen' on."
If you all went out dancing for the night, the two of you would tear up the dance floor. Whether or not you'd want to, James would drag you to the centre of a dance circle.
He never failed to embarass you, but also never failed to make you laugh and your heart flood with joy.
After such a night, your adrenaline would be so high upon return to your shared room. Passionate kisses and drunken decisions would always result in a night of hazy lovemaking and 'I love you's.
On your last night there before parting for another few weeks, the two of you sat on the river bank, dipping your feet into the water streaming past.
His fingers found yours, pulling your knuckles to his lips. You smiled. He smiled too.
The way the sunset set ribbons of purple and pink light across your eyes, and your glow from the warmth of the summer made you even more beautiful than he'd ever seen you.
Then he was kissing you gently - delicately.
Usually you were both eternally needy for one another, chasing hungry kisses rather than sweet ones.
Such kisses were rare between the two of you - you couldn't bare to part from him.
"I don't want this summer to end yet." you whispered as your foreheads rested against each other.
"Let's pretend it wont." he whispered back, tucking, a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "Just for this moment. Just for now."
S.B.
because i'm in love w this man, his headcanon section is a bit longer and just a tad saucier ;)
You kneeled up in the seat, letting the wind rushing past you run through your hair as you slowly lifted your arms to the sunset sky.
The roof stayed down on Alphard's vintage car that Sirius had 'borrowed' for the evening as you drove through the lanes, your favourite music singing from the radio turned up to the highest volume.
You laughed increduously as the car sped down the highway, letting out an exhilarated scream into the wind, which Sirius echoed as he drove.
You flopped back down in the passanger seat, laughing at the recklessness that your raven-haired lover had brought out of you in the time you'd been together.
His favorurite memories from the summer were your drives together - he learned when he was fourteen, his uncle having taught him how to drive muggle cars for want of something productive to show his nephew.
Sirius parked in a spot overlooking the valley, its green shade being diluted by the reflection of orange and pink hues of the late sky.
The two of you sat, listening to the gentle radio as the sun sank below the horizon for another night.
"So beautiful." you mused, entranced by the dispersal of colours across the canvas of the clouds.
"Yeah." He echoed, though his eyes were focused on you instead. "You really are." he flirted, his Sirius Black smirk evident in his voice.
You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head slightly as you turned to meet his gaze.
Soon enough your giggles were silenced by his lips on yours. He fell for you all over again as he lulled soft moans from you, his tongue dancing with yours and his hands roaming your body.
You heard a mechanical whirring just as you were being laid down by Sirius across the seats of the car. You pulled away slightly, confused at the noise.
You watched the roof rise over the car and Sirius' smirk re-emerging.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving us some privacy."
He wanted to show you beautiful sights - not only because there were a myriad of places that he knew were stunning around here, but also just so he could see the adorable awe-struck smile you always held on your face whenever you could see for miles around you.
So, he showed you a childhood spot of his from when he used to go and hide there as a kid every summer.
It hid behind an abandoned château, overlooking the small red-roofed town in the distance.
"You know I've never shown anyone this place." he grinned at you.
"What about James? Or Reg?" you asked.
He simply shook his head.
You smiled, linking your fingers with his, as you sighed and drank in the view.
You bit your lip to hide your beaming smile as you reflected that just him bringing you up here was the most romantic way of saying 'I love you' that could never be expressed properly through words.
Back at the house, he had a plan of purposefully making sure all the other bedrooms in the house were full, so that you'd have to share with him.
"I could just share with Mary."
"Wouldn't you rather sleep with me?"
You laughed at the innuendo.
"What are you expecting to happen, Siri? Lily and James are literally right down the hall."
"Never bothered you at hogwarts when they were sleeping in the same dorm room as us while we-"
"Sirius!" you playfully swatted his shoulder as he chuckled, looking down at you.
"There's always the muffliato charm, Y/N/N."
"Not a chance."
You both knew you would probably give in.
You were both night owls out of habit by now, and so stayed up even when the rest of the group were fast asleep.
"Ready?" He asked abruptly as the two of you stood at the river's edge at late sundown.
"Wha-"
Before you could protest, he had you in his arms, his hands beneath your knees and your back, as you clung to his neck.
"Sirius don't-"
You had both plunged into the water below before you could finish your sentence. The tickle of bubbles made you giggle as you floated back to the surface, still in Sirius' arms.
"Godric, you look fucking incredible." he purred into your ear, admiring the sight of your skin glistening with water droplets, clad in your bikini in the mellow light. You smiled, pecking his lips.
Then you started kicking slightly so he'd let you stand up in the water yourself.
"You can't catch me." you called in a sing-song voice, running as fast as you could through the water away from him.
"Oh no, you don't." he said, swimming after you.
"Sirius!" you squealed as he caught you in his grasp and began to tickle you. "Siri! Fuck you, no fair, stop it!" you cackled, but he was relentless.
"Magic word?"
"Pl- Please, Siri! I surrender!" you could hardly breathe when he stopped, turning you around in the water to face him.
You recovered from your giggles by laughing even more, and not before long Sirius was laughing with you, giddy with just having you so happy in his arms.
Your laughing slowed, but the grin never faded as you slipped your legs around Sirius' waist as he crouched slightly in the shallower water.
"What you grinning at?" he asked, rubbing circles on your hips as he supported you in the water.
"Just you." you mumbled, your fingers running across his face - his temple, his cheek, his lips, the dimple in his chin, his adam's apple.
You rested your forehead against his for a moment, just experiencing him there with you in the cooling midnight water.
That was before you instigated a surprise splashing contest.
"I'm so glad you're here right now, y/n." he breathed out as you walked upstairs to your shared room, returning from the late night dip in the river.
You pondered what he said for a moment, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace.
"Well, thank you for inviting me." you mumble into his hair.
"Of course. I neede- wanted you here." he muttered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Your heart fluttered at his words and you shifted slightly, turning your head and placing a soft kiss behind his ear. Then one on his neck. Then another on his jaw.
"Y/N…" he drawled as you found his sweet spot, his hands digging into your hips in pleasure.
Wordlessly, you met your lips with his, in what started to become a passionate kiss within seconds. His tongue was eliciting quiet but sweet moans from your lips as you subtly tugged him towards the bedroom door.
You parted from the kiss briefly, turning around to open the door of the room. You turned back to face him just as quickly, re-joining your lips as you pulled him further into the dark room, clinging to his t-shirt.
"You sure?" he rasped as you began to unbutton your shirt, seated on the bed.
"I'm sure." you whispered into his lips, pulling his body closer to yours. "I'm all yours."
R.L.
Nights like these were his favourite. Nights where the stars would stay out all night, with only a slither of a moon in the dark sky. All of the people he loves sitting around a makeshift fire outside, talking and laughing at memories and those yet to be made.
But most importantly, you. You curled up on his lap, head tucked into his shoulder with a blanket draped over both of you as the two of you laughed with your friends.
He adored that you got cold easily, so when the sun sank below the horison and you began to shiver in his arms, he always gave you the jumper that he had put on just for this occurence.
"You're sure you're okay, Rem? Not cold?"
"Never better, my love."
If he was lying and he was actually quite cold himself, he'd roll a blunt for you both to share and warm up a little. He'd hold it to your lips as you inhaled, before he did the same.
The both of you accidentally fell asleep outside multiple times in such chair, comforted and calmed by the other's presence beneath the glittering stars.
One of the nights, none of your friends had woken you to get you both to go to bed, and you both woke up to the early birds twittering away and the first glimpses of sunlight from the east.
"We forgot to go to bed." you murmured, breathing out a laugh into his chest.
He hummed, still half-asleep, bringing his arms tighter around you without a care for where he was - only that you were there too.
"Five more minutes."
He had found out about some historic muggle monument nearby that he wanted to visit, and you obliged regardless of whether you liked history or not - you saw the excitement in his eyes as he talked about the significance of such a statue.
You stood in the centre of the square, looking up at the grey figure, as Remus recited from a book he had read about muggle french royalty, and the civil war that happened in the 18th century.
You smiled absentmindedly as you stepped back for a moment, pulling out a camera and snapping a picture of him looking up at the monument.
He was just too cute.
Of course, chocolate ice cream was a staple.
"You've had about five of those today, Remmy!"
"I know it's an addiction, but it's not stopping any time soon, darling."
You and Remus often lounged together on the bank of the river near the house, your head on his chest as you both looked up, the blazing sun blocked out by a book that he would read out loud.
You traced his abdomen lovingly as you listened to him, so proud that he'd finally found enough confidence to be around others with his scars on display.
He finally knew love from all directions - he knew that his lycanthropy would never change that.
When you both decided to cool off in the water, you'd jump off the bank hand in hand, sinking into the water before floating upwards to find each other again.
He couldn't keep his hands off you that august - his hands met your waist in the water and traced circles on your skin, revelling in the fact that you were his.
You admired his drenched tawny hair, the water droplets clinging to his long eyelashes, all his freckles and his faded scars.
"You're beautiful."
Swimming to the opposite bank and running further away from the company of your friends, just for a while alone.
Plus fooling around in the woods where you knew nothing could interrupt you.
Amongst the constant company of your friends, these secret slip-aways became a regular occurence. Though you both loved your friends dearly, you both liked to keep your intimate moments private.
This meant him pulling you into his bedroom when everyone else was outside, the both of you sneaking away to dance to the distant music alone, and stealing sweet secret kisses when nobody was looking.
One day, when in the nearby town, the two of you ran into an alleyway to escape Lily and Sirius' bickering about how many drinks were too many.
You were quiet for a moment or two as you both caught your breath, pressed close together by the slim gap between the beige walls.
"There's a flower in your hair." he stated, running his hands through the strand to get the tiny orange flower that had landed on your head.
You giggled as he handed it to you. "Thank you, Rem."
"This can't be real life." he pondered in wonder at how he'd managed to find his true family amongst friends and a beautiful girlfriend with whom he was spending his summer in france with.
"If this isn't reality, then I'm doing what I want." you replied, leaning up to meet his lips with yours. He smiled into it, returning your kiss.
It was all real, alright.
a/n: heyy! if you want i can add peter or i could even weave regulus in there, just say the word and I'll write it! hope u enjoyed xx also here are some song recs that match a marauders summer vibe that you probably already know but im still telling u about:
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solarwonux · 3 years
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Lucky || Joshua
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Dad!Joshua x f!reader
w.c: 3.0k
warnings: mentions of suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy
note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays today on this fine night I bring you Joshua Hong as a father let’s all cry together thank you very much. I hope you like it let me know your thoughts <3
pspspspsp: @sunlightwoo it’s back hehe
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“Are you and momma still friends?” Joshua’s daughter questioned tilting her head to the side, clinging on to his neck as the waves crashed around them. Joshua grinned and pushed back her beach hair. “Of course sweetheart why are you asking?” He wiped her running nose with the back of his hand before splashing a small amount of water in her direction. An annoyed expression forming on her face reminding him of the similar scold you had given him hours ago.
“She put you in time out.” She shrugged and reached to the side of Joshua’s body. Cupping her hands underneath the clear blue water before throwing it in his direction missing his face completely. “That wasn’t very nice sweetheart.” He chuckled. A wave crashed pushing them back slightly causing his hold on her to get tighter.
She pouted and pushed his face away, turning her attention to where you and his mother were sunbathing. “You made momma mad, that wasn’t very nice either.” She argued and pinched his arm, a mannerism she had inherited from you and the only thing that you did that he hated. But no matter how much your pinches hurt, because they did. He couldn’t imagine living his life without your stupid quirk.
“Momma’s not mad anymore though.” Joshua smirked and attacked her cheek with kisses, whines fell out of her mouth. Eyes burned holes in the side of his and he knew you were sending him your infamous glares. The ones that could send him six feet underground, that is if looks could kill and being married to you would’ve sent him underground years ago. He was thankful they couldn’t.
“She said you were in time out for three days.” She held up her hand signaling four with her fingers. Numbers weren’t her forte. You and Joshua had tried everything to get her to understand that three and four were two completely different numbers but she was at an age where listening wasn’t something she liked to do. The two of you figured she’d eventually figure it on her own, though sometimes Joshua suspected she was doing it on purpose. Her teasing attitude was another thing she had inherited from you making Joshua’s list longer by the second. “One less finger bubs.” He brought his hand out and pushed down her pinky to form three with her small fingers. A smirk appeared on her face as she raised it again only proving Joshua’s suspicions.
“Okay love, but momma isn’t mad at me anymore.” He stated confidently meeting your eyes only to have you send him the middle finger making his mother laugh beside you. He silently cursed but thanked god that your daughter wasn’t looking because the questions would’ve been endless. And he had barely survived the where do babies come from interrogation last week.
He knew you were still mad at him. You were fuming to the point that you were giving the summer sun a run for its money. But he had a plan, one he was sure would have you forgiving him in seconds. Only problem was the little demon in his arms innocently playing with the water surrounding the two of them--hated sleeping in her own bed. And he couldn’t ask his mother to look after her tonight because she had taken your side in the stupid fight.
In conclusion he was in a bit of a pickle.
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Half an hour, that’s how long it took him to put his daughter to bed. She had requested a bedtime story, Joshua over the moon had no problem in reading one to her. But then when he was done she had requested another one and this time he had to act out every single character while she judged his performance. This had gone on for half an hour until finally her breathing got steady and she was fast asleep. How the beach hadn’t tired her out was a mystery he would eventually solve one day.
Joshua carefully turned off the lights and placed her favorite stuffed animals around her, so that when she woke up she would be met with a familiar set of faces. He tiptoed out of the room and turned off the lights. Taking a quick glance around the room, making sure nothing was out of place and that her night lights were on before carefully closing the door. His body cringed at the sound of squeaking hinges and he swore he had stopped breathing while he stood there in the dark hallway, motionless. His ears perked up to see if he could hear any sound of movement from the other side of the door and once he was sure his daughter was still fast asleep he quietly made his way to your shared bedroom.
“She’s asleep, let’s hope she doesn’t end up in our bed tonight.” Joshua walked over to where you were standing in front of your small vanity that also doubled up as a dresser. “We wouldn’t be trying to break this habit if you hadn’t insisted on her sleeping with us for the last few months.” Joshua let out an inaudible groan knowing very well he was the one at fault. “How am I supposed to say no when she asks with that sweet innocent voice and then gives me the look?” He eyed you through the mirror before wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin resting against your shoulder while you applied your eye cream gently. “It’s like she knows my weaknesses and then uses it against me.”
“It’s not that hard to break you Joshua.” You met his stare through the mirror, a knowing smirk forming against your lips. You sent him a wink before grabbing your cherry flavored chapstick and slowly applied it on your lips. The action sending shivers up his spine, his mind racing as he imagined your lips on his. The thought of the bitter sweetness of the cherry flavor hitting his taste buds made his mouth water. But alas you were still mad at him and his plan hadn’t gone in full effect yet. Patience is what he needed.
“Are you still mad at me?” He pouted slightly making you shake your head in annoyance. You huffed at his obvious question and removed his arms from your waist, pushing him away gently before making your way to your side of the bed. “I already apologized, what more do you want me to do?” He threw his hands in the air before letting them fall to his sides in defeat.
“You lost my necklace the one you gave me when our daughter was born, sorry’s not gonna bring it back.” You took off the many throw pillows that decorated the bed and threw them on the floor. Usually you would put them on the lounge chair by the window but tonight you couldn’t be bothered.
“I already told you I’d buy you a new one.” He groaned and walked over to his side of the bed peeling back the covers, stopping when he saw the tears start to roll down your face, his plan long forgotten.
Lately your mood swings were giving him a hard time and although he suspected why, he wasn’t sure if he should bring it up when the thought hadn’t even crossed your own mind. At least that’s what he concluded when you hadn’t brought it up. “It’s not the same Joshua, I know it’s stupid to hold such sentimental value over something so miniscule but it meant a lot to me and you lost it.” Joshua sighed letting the sheets go and crawled on top of the bed, kneeling in front of you and bringing his hands up to your face.
“Baby I swear I thought I had put it in the pocket of my coat when you gave it to me.” He wiped away your tears gently and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It was there when we left the reception. I even called Minghao to see if the venue had contacted him but he didn’t pick up.”
“Of course he’s not going to pick up, he's on his honeymoon, Joshua.” You sniffed and blinked rapidly trying to keep the tears at bay. “My point still stands, I’ve looked everywhere for it.” He sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist as he brought you close. Your knees hit the edge of the bed making them buckle, your body landing on top of Joshua’s as he laid the two of you down gently.
“Did you check your car?” You raised an eyebrow locking your eyes with his tender ones. His eyes grew wide and faint blush creeped on his cheeks as he recalled the very inappropriate events that went down in the passenger seat on your way home from the reception. “N-No the thought didn’t even cross my mind.” He cleared his throat, your face breaking into a smile as you removed yourself from his embrace and laid back, letting your body sink into the softness of your bed.
“I knew you hadn’t checked everywhere.” You placed your arms underneath your head watching the ceiling fan. He was chewing the bottom lip as the realization finally washed over him a very annoyed groan fell out of his lips as he dropped his head. “When did you find it?”
You laughed and moved so your body was now facing his defeated one. “Right after we dropped off your mother at her house. It was peeking out from underneath the back seat as I was putting bubs in her car seat.” You placed a hand underneath his chin and raised it. “This a new form of torture. I’ve been suffering all day today.” Joshua whined snaking his arm around your waist and pulled himself up so his chest was against yours. “I deserve an apology?” He pouted before pecking your lips.
“I’ll think about it, right now I’m exhausted.” You grinned and pushed your hand through his dark locks leaning up and kissing his nose. “I want to keep talking to you. You barely said a word to me all day and watched me suffer. I’m in a drought come and save me.” He finished and cuddled himself further into your body, his head on your chest. You giggled scratching his scalp, small satisfied sighs escaping his lips.
When you and Joshua first met on a disastrous blind date set up by your mutual friends where he accidentally spilled wine all over your new white dress, marriage was definitely not in the cards. But nothing is ever set in stone and you should’ve known his charm would win you over when he walked you home that night. Silence raining over the two of you except for the sweet apologies he would spew out every few minutes, thus beginning your loving journey together.
“What are you thinking about?” Joshua whispered drumming his fingers down the side of your body before resting them on top of your stomach. “How dramatic you are.” You joked wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed and cuddled himself further into your body placing a gentle peck against the skin of your collarbone. “I think you might’ve rubbed off on me then.”
You giggled feeling his hand rub soothing circles against your stomach. A smile played against his lips and you wondered if he knew the secret you had been carrying for the past two weeks. It had started out as a suspicion when the food at Minghao’s wedding had made you sick. Then your emotions started getting the best of you, snapping and crying over everything and anything. When his mother came over to visit and noticed your weird cravings she had made you take a test while Joshua ran to the grocery for some parsley his mother had asked for. He didn’t question it. He had no reason to since his mother had insisted on cooking dinner for the four of you that night. But when he noticed the parsley had been left untouched in the fridge his suspicions started to grow.
He had been oddly observant lately, doing everything with caution, putting your daughter to bed every night a task you usually did and no problem in doing. Acting out all the characters in the story for your daughter was one of your favorite past times. He had insisted that you needed to rest, claiming he didn’t want you to stress out too much and just relax. So you expected he knew and was just waiting for you to tell him so he could finally celebrate. You had to admit it was fun seeing Joshua walk around as if he were avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk and the unsolicited back massages were to die for but you couldn’t keep living like you didn’t know he already knew. As clueless as he had acted, he hadn’t done a very good job at it. And After your secret doctor’s visit yesterday confirming what you had already known, you had been dying to tell him.
“Cut the shit Joshua, when did you find out?” You looked down at him as he smiled widely causing you to roll your eyes. His insides bubbling up with joy as he laid back facing the popcorn ceiling. “You aren’t very good at hiding things. I found the test a week ago when I opened your bathroom drawer looking for the tiny rubber bands to finish our bub’s hair.” He turned his face sending you a playful wink. You groaned running a hand through your face, finally realizing that your plan of total secrecy was a total bust.
“And our daughter can’t keep secrets no matter how many green gummy bears you give her before dinner.”
“I knew it was a little weird when she asked for just green gummy bears. She’s never liked them.” You nodded and grabbed Joshua’s hand. You brought it up to your lips and kissed each of his knuckles gently before resting on the side of your neck, scooting yourself closer to his warm body. “But I do, really honey you should’ve known better.” He smiled and pinched your cheek gently before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. He kissed you slowly at first, the kiss getting deeper by the second as he rolled you onto your back and carefully straddled your hips.
Joshua smirked the taste of your cherry chapstick hitting his tongue making his mind run wild. Slowly he pulled away and kissed down your neck, making his way down your clothed body not caring that small pieces of lint were getting stuck on his plump lips. He rolled your shirt up and sent you a wink before peppering kissing over your soon to be growing belly. Excitement was an understatement and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he truly loved you making a mental note to shower you with more love than usual. His plan finally going into action as he heard your soft sighs escape your lungs.
“Mommy is daddy out of time out?” The two of you panicked and you pushed Joshua off your body making him fall off the bed landing on the hardwood floor with a painful groan. Your daughter laughed hard at her father’s pain while she climbed up on the bed before sitting down next to you. “He’s on probation, baby.” You stuck out your tongue at Joshua who was looking at you rubbing his lower back. “And when were you going to tell me he knew about baby bean?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes grew wide with realization and launched herself at you hugging you tightly.. “I’m sorry momma, daddy said he’d take me to see uncle Hannie if I didn’t say anything.” She sent her father an evil look and he knew he had lost this argument just like all the other ones.
“It’s okay baby.” You kissed her temple and pulled away taking her pouting face in your hands making your heart clench. “I can’t believe you Joshua bribing our daughter into secrecy.” You scoffed. Joshua looked at the ceiling wondering what decision in life he had made that lead him up to this moment where his favorite girls were ganging up on him again.
“That’s not fair you did the same thing?” He stood up and sent you an accusatory finger making you gasp out in shock. Your daughter copying your mannerisms. “I did no such thing right baby?” You looked down at your daughter who had taken it upon herself to get under the sheets and cuddle up to your side. “That’s right momma’s innocent.”
“I should’ve known the odds were forever going to be against me when I met you.”
“It’s what you signed up for.”
“Yeah and I wouldn’t change it for the world no matter how many times the two of you gang up on me.” He smiled and stood up before quickly jogging over to his side of the bed and laying down. He wrapped an around you and your daughter bringing the two of you close humming happily. Your daughter squirming as she tried her best to let herself lose which only made Joshua’s arm grow tighter.
“But make no mistake one day I will get my revenge.” He sent you a wink before reaching over and pecking your lips lightly and then your daughter’s forehead and laid back. “Baby bean is gonna be on my side and I can’t wait.”
“Don’t get too confident, I don't want you to end up disappointed.”
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rreyie · 3 years
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𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙞- 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: an idea pops into colts head after fucking your brains out the night before, craving you again.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, fem! reader, semi public sex, cursing, overstimulation
𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/nsfw
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: colt grice, reader insert
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: you asked, i provide. after getting so much great feedback from you all about part one (view here), i decided, hey, let’s make a part two! also, thank you so much for 95 followers, it means so so so much to me 😩 also, hey, look! i’m using proper capitalization when i write now!!
DISCLAIMER: cant believe that i even have to clarify this, but IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DO I HAVE AN OPINION ON GABI. people will probably come for my throat if i even say that i like or dislike her, so i’m neutral to her.
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The rest of the morning was... awkward, to say the least. Eventually, you all began to laugh it off. Porco would crack the occasional joke about it (when Falco and Gabi weren’t near).
After breakfast, you ran back up to your room to change, grabbing that white bikini that you washed and folded last night. You smirked at your memories from yesterday, how Colt admired you looking so very attractive. His hazel eyes would constantly be on you, unwavering.
After slipping it on and tying the straps, you made a quick stop in the bathroom, Colt at the sink furiously brushing his teeth. You can see his eyes widen in the mirror, looking at your figure.
He quickly spits out the toothpaste and wipes his mouth. “Wow, you’re lookin... awfully lovely today”, he says, kissing your lips. You take in the minty breath breathing down your chin.
“Colt, not now...” you say, pulling your lips from his. “The door is open, We can’t do this now, plus we have plans for the day.”
Colt pouts, frowning at your words. “Fine. But I’m expecting affection tonight”, he says, walking out of the bathroom. You smile, and continue to get ready to get back on the beach.
It looked like Pieck, Porco, Reiner, Colt, Gabi and Falco had gotten out early, since they were all sprawled out on different parts of the beach. Pieck was dipping her dainty feet in the water, while Gabi and Falco aggressively splashed each other with the water from the lake.
Pieck turned around to see you walk down to the beach, greeting you with a warm smile. “Hello, y/n!” She says, stepping out of the water that washed upon her feet. “Just getting used to this water. I don’t know the last time I’ve gone swimming, but I figured that I should try.”
You stand next to her, and dip your foot into the water. A shiver ran down your back, feeling that the water was slightly colder than yesterday. “I cant blame you. I’m more of a sunbathing person myself.” You look around, and see the men in their same old spot, floating in the water in their tubes. Pieck lays down on a nearby towel, and puts a pair of sunglasses on her face, blocking the burning sunlight that washed upon you all.
“Come, sit”, she says. “The sunlight feels wonderful.”
You sit down beside her, also putting on your own pair of shades to save your eyes from the sunlight. You wonder how Pieck never manages to tan and always keeps her pale, nearly lifeless complexion.
Back over by the guys, Reiner and Porco were still teasing Colt about the noise from last night. Colt pretended not to care, but deep down he was semi embarrassed about the situation.
“Well, if you want to really switch things up, you should try a new position or something, maybe add a vibrator”, Porco says. “I think girls like that.”
Reiner let’s out a laugh. “Porco, how would you know? You’ve never gotten an ounce of pussy in your life.”
Porco snaps, splashing Reiner with a wave of water. “At least I get into meaningful relationships and don’t just settle for one night stands, Reiner.” Colt sighs, as the two continue their bickering. He looks down by the shore, seeing you and Pieck laying on the beach. How could he possibly be this lucky to have a girl like you as his girlfriend?
Wait. Hang on. Colt had an idea pop into his head. If he wanted to get laid again, he probably shouldn’t do it inside the house, hence the thin walls. He had seen some porn of people fucking on a beach, and always wanted to try it, and added it to his bucket list. What better time to do it then now?
Colt began to think of you slipping off that bikini like you had done last night, untying the straps, revealing your dazzling body. He could feel himself getting hard, and covered his crotch. If he was going to follow through with this plan, he was going to have to do it at night, after everyone had gone to bed to take away the risk of getting caught or being heard (again).
As soon as night came, you cleaned up the dishes after dinner and went upstairs to the bathroom. On the sink was a note, in colts messy handwriting.
𝒴/𝒩,
𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃.
𝒳𝑜𝓍𝑜, 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓉
Shit, you think to yourself. Sundown was forever ago. I should get down to the beach before Colt thinks I ditched him or something.
You don’t even bother to change into normal clothes, and go back down there in the white bikini Colt adored seeing you in, you couldn’t go wrong in wearing that.
You make your way down to the beach, the starlit sky twinkling in the distance, the moon hovering over the lake reflecting white waves. Colt is down on the beach, a large towel laid out, on his phone.
You walk towards him feeling the sand crunch beneath your feet, and his eyes immediately look up to you, wide with excitement.
“Y/N!” He says. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming or you didn’t see the note.”
“I wouldn’t forget about you Colt”, you say, sitting beside him. “Never ever.”
Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss his lips, tasting like just a bit of alcohol.
You pull away, Colts smile slowly fading away at the fact that you stopped kissing him. “Colt, baby, have you been drinking?”
“Fine, maybe a little”, he said. “But I paced myself this time to the point where I won’t get hammered, I did it for you.”
You smiled. “I’m proud of you!” That smile didn’t last long, feeling the right corner of your mouth rise forming a smirk. “And good boys get rewarded.”
You see Colts cheeks get red, flushing as you move your head down to his crotch, still covered in fabric. He lets out a breathy moan when you gently tug at his elastic waistband with your mouth. You stop for a minute, trying to remember why you were down here in the first place.
“Hey, wait, why did you ask me to come down here in the first place?”
Colt grins, and pulls out a bottle of lube from his pocket. “Well, I wanted to switch things up. I thought the beach would be a nice place to... you know. But keep doing what you’re doing please, baby.”
You continue your quest to tug down Colts swim trunks, but getting impatient and moving your hand up to the waistband and tugging it down with a singular motion. His cock sprang out, slapping against his stomach, already half hard. Your hand gripped his length gently, thumb rubbing the tip as he slowly began to grow increasingly hard under your touch. He let out a gasp at your movements. Your hand traveled down father, slowly jacking him off as he looked down upon you, hazel eyes filled with desire as you pumped him.
“Just like that, babe...” Colt said, voice cracking. He whimpered, voice high because of the stimulation you were providing him. “Oh... oh god... please, you’re doing so good baby.”
Your heat throbbed at his praises. This only encouraged you to go quicker, his eyes starting to roll into the back of his head. You cupped his balls, eliciting another whimper or moan, possibly a combination of the two.
“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum-“ Colt is cut off by his sudden orgasm, covering your hand in his hot seed.
“Normally, i would stop and make you beg, but you’ve been a good boy tonight. I wanna make you feel good.” Colt is panting underneath you, still sensitive from his last orgasm. His cock grows hard again. He gives you a weak smile as he lays down on the towel.
“What’s the matter?” You ask. “You’re not tired already are you? You’re still hard.”
“B-baby...” Colt whispers. “C-can you ride me? Pretty please?” Your heat grows hotter than before at the idea. You fiddle with the straps of your bikini, and undo the knot in the back, making the top portion fall off easily. You slip off the bottom half, and sit on Colts lap.
Just to tease him, you kiss him on his lips, grinding your hips against his. Seeing him so vulnerable, so sensitive made you incredibly turned on. His eyes were squinted, his cheeks (and cock) red. His dick was throbbing even though he just came, and beads of sweat rolled off of his body. You thoroughly enjoyed the sight.
You grabbed hold of his cock once again, and guided it to your entrance, teasing the tip around your hole. Once you had enough of all this teasing, you skipped it in, not needing that bottle of lube since your walls were coated in your arousal already.
“Fuck- so... tight...” Colt mumbles.
You grind your hips against his cock, feeling it move in and out inside you. Colt contributes to the movement, thrusting his hips up to penetrate you deeper than you thought possible. Colt wasn’t incredibly endowed, maybe six inches, but you were shocked at how good he could use it.
His dick began to rub onto that one spongy spot inside of you, the one that drove you crazy. “Colt! Aah! R-Right there!”
Colt appreciated the praise, and was thankful that you two were away from the house for tonight. His pace picked up, continuously hitting your sweet spot with all his might.
Before you knew it, you had creamed around his cock, feeling the wave of your orgasm crash down upon you. Colt, not done yet, was still thrusting into you.
With a loud groan, Colt thrusted into you sloppily one final time, and released himself into you. Now was a time that you were grateful to be on the pill, feeling his warm seed coat your walls was one of the best sensations you could possibly experience.
Out of breath, you lay on colts bare chest, completely fucked out. Cum was still dripping down from your cunt to your inner thigh, which you most definitely did not hate. Colt kissed your neck, his kisses messily leaving a bit of saliva on your neck.
“You’re- you’re amazing, y/n.” He kisses you again, this time right on your lips. You were too tired to even respond. You just shut your eyes, feeling Colts heartbeat against your ear.
Eventually, Colt carried you into the house as if you were a sleeping baby, while being careful not to wake anyone else up. He placed your body on the bed, and laid beside you, careful to tuck you into the covers while doing the same to himself. Wrapping himself around you, he snuggled into you, even more grateful tonight than ever that he was your boyfriend.
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himbo-kuto · 3 years
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i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.
i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!
genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language
okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing
you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!
at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room
HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean
whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁  or just Grunt in response
you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(
but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation 
“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”
“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”
he gave you the finger for that one
but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!
you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano 
why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????
but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them
and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men-- 
and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn 
and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance
“are you okay?”
you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!) 
at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37
he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????
but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to 
it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏)  and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis
mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..
but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!! 
you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on
aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail
literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up
that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy
aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe
one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground” 
HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS 
but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!! 
not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities 
one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries
he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room
you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store
he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!
you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?
he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now
him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!! 
so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle
you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????
but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)
you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai
there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy
it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you
he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place
but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk
there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside
you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass  
the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink
you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment
you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you 
you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations
“do they have a name?” 🥺 
“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)
you thought your heart exploded before?????????????
oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!
“did futakuchi name them?”
“no i did…”
you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH
but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice
“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”
you could not have said yes faster to this man 
he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you
he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground
HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all
he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo 
ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down
and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)
you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner 
as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part 
so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours 
you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red
at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile 
all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man
and just as you relaxed into this position
FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS 
at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position
but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o
you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand
if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces
but alas, you could not..
so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN
from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!
“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”
“mm.”
“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”
“mm.”
“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”
“mm.”
many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them
he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged
at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”
you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you 
although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!
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ayellowcurtain · 3 years
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could you please write Elu - best friends to lovers - situation where Eliott wants to kiss Lucas on his cheek, but Lucas is unaware of it, so when he turns his head to Eliott to tell him something he’s suddenly surprised by Eliott’s lips on his?
It’s hard to stop seeing things, to read the situation differently now that Yann shared his thoughts with Lucas. That Eliott might like him more than just best friends. Lucas never saw it that way but now that he knows it’s a possibility in other people’s eyes, it’s hard for him to not overanalyze every interaction he has with Eliott. He thought a lot about the past too, searching for clues he might have missed or seen in a different way than how Yann or Eliott saw it.
Eliott is affectionate, with everyone. Lucas should not think about that with him personally. It’s just the way he is.
Lucas knows Eliott never wants to see the bad side of things, he never wants to worry or to stress because his brain can take him there any time it feels like it. So when Eliott feels in control of himself completely, he’s a little too reckless, fighting every possible conflict with anyone, about anything. He wants to live in Wonderland and Lucas can’t blame him for that. If Lucas had to explain it, he would tell Eliott can be a little too much. Especially if compared to himself, the grumpiness and anger in the form of a human. They’re really contrasting in every aspect. Eliott is beautiful too, Lucas does notice how most heads turn whenever they walk by Eliott. Lucas is average. He’s cute on his good days. Eliott is...unbelievable.
Eliott can have anyone, and the fact that he could be interested in his best friend since they were babies sounds like a stretch. But Lucas also knows how good Yann is at seeing these things, a lot better than he is. He could be a love god. And Yann wouldn’t mention it if it wasn’t clear. He knows Lucas can get a little too excited when a single sight of happiness appears to be coming his way.
“Why are you taking so long?” Lucas feels the wet hair on his naked back, trying to tickle him and he looks down, at the hands that appear on the counter, so close to both his hands too. He wonders if that’s intentional.
“Need to brush...my teeth.” Lucas tries to control the shiver coming from his back caused by the hair and how close Eliott is standing right behind him, putting his chin on Lucas’ shoulder to look at him through the mirror. He’s shirtless and a lot colder than he was five minutes ago on the bed right next to Lucas’.
He wakes up like it’s only a switch turning on or off. Eliott opened his eyes, stretched his whole body and looked out the window, the bright sky and warmth coming from the wall next to his bed more than enough of a sign for him to think he could jump in the pool right away to already start his day.
Lucas needed more time to wake up like he always does. He stayed there, sprawled on his bed, pretending he wasn’t watching Eliott sleep, afraid of what could happen between them for good or bad. Eliott is his best friend since forever! He’s not willing to risk it for Yann’s romantic imagination. He still needed to brush his teeth, put some shorts on so he could go check if the water wasn't freezing. It feels cold if Eliott’s body temperature is anything to go by but he can at least lie on the grass and sunbathe for some time.
“Why brush your teeth to go do nothing outside?” Eliott asks, his head still right next to Lucas’. Before Yann said anything, this would feel normal. Now he’s worried about how close they are, if he’s behaving in a way that might hurt Eliott or give him hope. Lucas feels so lost. Like he was spinning and now he has to walk a straight line right away.
He sighs, cleaning his eyes with one hand, overthinking about leaving the other where it is, almost touching Eliott’s on the sink because that’s what he wants to do. Keep his hand close to Eliott’s but he feels guilty about it.
“I don’t know.”
Eliott finally stands up, and Lucas closes his eyes. It would be easier if they didn’t know each other as well as they do.
“I’ll be at the pool then.” He kisses Lucas’ shoulder and leaves the bathroom.
“Sorry!” Lucas turns around but Eliott is gone, Lucas sees his shadows passing by the bedroom window and the water splashing when he jumps back in the pool.
He puts his head down between his shoulders, sighing. Yann should have waited to tell him all about his opinions about them some other time. He knew they were coming here before anyone else. That Lucas would have to live with his romantic ideas while also living with Eliott and Eliott only for twenty four hours in a tiny house in the middle of nowhere. Lucas almost thought about asking if Manon could come with them but he didn’t. Deep down he always enjoys when they’re alone. Deep down hearing Yann’s opinions about them gave him hope Eliott might like him some day.
He turns back around, brushes his teeth for no reason and changes to some shorts he can swim in without freezing in afterward because it’s wet and cold. He takes his underwear off - thinking it's a risky move on a day like today but he doesn’t want to have underwear to wash later on that old washing machine that doesn’t always work - and grabs his sunglasses, walking outside.
It feels nice, not too warm, with a soft breeze making it more bearable, the grass is a little too tall, and feels like you’re walking on a mattress of the greenest grass. Eliott’s shirt was carelessly thrown at the only chair they found when they got here late last night.
Eliott is floating, arms and legs open wide, and Lucas almost laughs at how pale he is, almost shining with the sun on him. Lucas grabs the shirt and hangs it on the back of the chair so it’ll be warm and with no wrinkles when Eliott needs it later. He lies down on the grass close to the pool, taking his sunglasses off to watch Eliott finally move, smiling softly at him.
“Sorry for my bad mood.”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Eliott comes closer, laying his arms over each other at the edge of the pool, staring at Lucas, making him blush for the first time in his life.
Lucas never saw it coming, and now that he knows, Eliott is making him blush and his heart race just by being too close in the bathroom or just looking at him, giving him too much attention, in Lucas’ opinion.
“How much do you think I’m annoying? Like, how much percent of the time am I annoying and how much time am I nice?”
Eliott looks at him, and he takes so long to answer Lucas starts doubting even if he said that out loud or just thought to himself.
When he’s about to start another subject, turning his head to the side to see Eliott properly, he sees him right on his face too, and the next second their mouths meet in an awkward middle, and Lucas can almost feel himself actually trying to reach and not so accidentally brush his lips against Eliott’s for another second.
Lucas sits up right away when Eliott slips carefully back inside the pool, still looking at him. He’s almost sure Eliott could feel his intention when he probably chased his lips for a second too long to pretend it was part of the accidental kiss.
“Sorry…” Lucas whispers, and he can’t hear himself talk because it feels like his heart is not only beating fast and loud in his chest but all over his body.
“You’re never annoying to me.” Eliott finally answers, with that comfortable and happy voice he always has. With the eyes that are almost as clear as the water in the pool, with the light brown hair that turns golden in the midday sun.
Lucas can’t stop looking at him, so he grabs his glasses to put them back on and not feel as ashamed as he is.
He looks down at the grass, then back to Eliott still there, as in shock as he is but so much better at dealing with the feeling, at hiding behind his chill face expression.
“Was that extremely awkward?” He frowns, pulling some of the grass out, folding the tiny leaf with his fingers.
Eliott shakes his head slowly. “Not awkward to me. But everything is awkward for you, so...you tell me.”
Lucas doesn’t have to think about it but he pretends he does. He folds the leaf a few more times, and finally looks at Eliott again.
“Not awkward for me.”
Eliott smiles. “Good.”
Lucas nods his head slowly as he’s diggesting his realization. “Good, yeah.”
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leclerc-stan · 4 years
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Hoodie - Pierre Gasly
Hello everyone. I’m not a really constant writer but I just had this idea and I wanted to write it down, ‘cause the hoodie love is real, right @albono2happin3ss ? 💙
Feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy it x
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Carefully you looked around the house that you didn’t know. Around you people were chatting away and laughed at stories you didn’t get because you weren’t listening. You put a small smile on your lips and shuffled your way through the bodies. You looked at your friends dancing away while you sipped on your glass of gin tonic. You were hoping to get a cosy and calm evening with your friends in your little French apartment but after your friends got to know a group of French boys, your hopes were shattered. A few drinks at the beach led to a party at one of the boys` house. Loud music blasted through the speakers and your head was hurting from the beat. Your grip on your glass tightened while you tried to escape without anyone noticing. A few steps through the living room brought you to a garden. The music was dulled down. It felt like an eternity since you last took a breath. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The air felt fresh in your lungs. After a few moments you felt much clearer already and slowly made your way through the garden. You hummed to yourself while you carefully grazed your fingers over the roses. Around the corner you found the small pool. You took off your sandals and took a seat on the side, letting your feed swirl around in the water. The sun started to settle and the world around you turned in soft pink and red colours. You closed your eyes and started to relax for the first time today. The little bubble around you popped when you heard a voice behind you. “Are you okay?” a French accent asked and made you jump. You nearly lost it and fell forward in the water. A warm hand on your shoulder helped you to keep your balance. “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to scare you” he said again and kneeled beside you. Your heart was racing and you slowly turned around a bit just to see striking blue eyes with a handsome face and a worried expression. 
“I’m.. I’m yeah. Everything’s fine” you breathed out and threw the hair out of your face. “Okay. You were gone for a while. I just wanted to check” he nodded and planted himself next to you. You nodded as well as you observed his moves and looked back at the water. The sky painted itself darker and darker every minute and you watched the last remaining part of the sun disappear on the horizon. “Can I get you anything do drink maybe? I mean. It’s a party” the guy said and turned to you. You looked over your shoulder and nodded. “Yeah. Just a gin tonic please”. “Perfect. Do you have a jacket? It’s pretty cold already don’t you think?” he asked and made his way to the house. “I didn’t bring one with me. It’s okay” you ensured him and got up as well, making your way to a bench. You watched your friends and everyone inside the house screaming and dancing until you heard how someone opened the door again. The boy came back to you and sat next to you. “Here. Took me some time through all these people” he smiled at you. “Yeah, I bet” you answered and took a sip from your new drink. The coldness made you shiver but you tried your best to hide it. Unsuccessfully. “Here take that. I brought it with me for a reason” the guy smiled again and handed you a black Givenchy hoodie. You opened your mouth to protest but you were freezing like crazy. So you thanked him and threw the hoodie on. It smelled like perfume and made you feel cosy instantly. You leaned back, pulled the sleeves over your hands and smiled at him. From that second on, you were on the same level. You talked about everything and anything. You held a monologue about your love for painting and drawing and he held a monologue about his love for fast cars and racing. You smacked his arm slightly after bringing up that you should do the titanic drawing scene with him and laughed so loud like you haven’t in a very long time. You wiped a little laugh-tear away and looked at your phone. It was 3 am already. You pulled your lip between your teeth and stood up. “I should really get going. I want to get up early to go to the beach again” you said and looked at him. “Oh. Okay. I get that. Don’t worry. Should I bring you home?” he asked and stood up. You declined but he insisted. You didn’t bother to look for your friends. You just send them a text and made your way outside. You were more than happy to have his giant hoodie around you as you started the short walk. Nobody said a word. But it was a comfortable silence. From time to time your arm touched his and you felt warm inside. Once you reached your little house you turned around on the porch. “Thank you. You didn’t had to do that” you smiled a little and reached for the bottom of the hoodie. But you stopped as you felt a warm hand on yours. “Keep it. It’s a reason to see you again” he said and winked a little. You laughed quietly and put a strand of hair behind your ear. “That was pretty smooth”.  “Thank you. Took me long time to figure it out” he joked and smiled at you. “What’s your name? We never talked about it. I’m Pierre”. You turned the key around, looked over your shoulder and pulled all your confident together. “Nice to meet you, Pierre. I’ll tell you mine the next time”. You saw his eyebrows rising while you laughed a little and closed the door.
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The next morning you made your way to the beach. Alone since your friends were still sleeping. You laid your towel down and took off your dress. The sun was beaming already and you smiled at the sky. With long steps you walked into the water and sighed happily. You were back in your element and enjoyed the last moment you had on these holiday. After some rounds it was time for sunbathing. You pushed the water out of your hair and ran you hand over your face to get rid of all the water. You looked around yourself and walked towards your belongings. When you saw a certain someone waiting there you tried your best not to blush. Utterly failing. You took a deep breath and took a seat on your towel, looking at him. He looked good. More than that. His hair was wild but you liked it. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses and he was dressed in shorts and a plain white shirt. He was smiling at you and pulled his sunglasses down. “Good morning stranger” he said and pulled his eyebrows up. “Good morning” you whispered and dried your hair a little. You felt his eyes on you but you tried your best to hide it. “I didn’t bring your hoodie. I wasn’t expecting to see you again this fast” you mumbled. “Is it a bad thing?”. You looked at him. “I didn’t say that”. With you breaking the ice again you chatted all day long. About his crazy job which you didn’t believe at first, about pineapple on pizza and about god and the world. You laid underneath the sun, took a swim here and there and ate ice cream. Between all of it you fell into a comfortable silence. You smiled so much even your cheeks hurt because you weren’t used to it anymore. But you didn’t mind. Not a single bit. After a while you felt your phone vibrating. You took a look at your phone and sighed. “I gotta head back and take a shower. Our flight is tonight”. You saw how his impression changed. “Already? I wasn’t expecting that” he said and rubbed his neck. “Yeah. University will start again in two days. I have to” you explained and packed your things. “You could come with me and I’ll give you the hoodie” you asked and he nodded, following you. The way was silent. You could feel the mood changed but you didn’t know what to do. When you reached the house you ran upstairs and grabbed the hoodie. You brushed over the soft material one more time and made your way downstairs. “Here. A wash and it will be like new” you said, trying your best to lighten up the mood. Pierre took it carefully and looked at it for a while. When you wanted to say something, Pierre spoke up already. “You know what. Keep it.” You stared at him and shook your head. “This is yours. I won’t keep it”. But Pierre pulled the hoodie around your shoulders and smiled. “I’m going to do the same as you did with me. Give it to me the next time when we see each other.” You hold the hoodie tight and smiled at your feet. “Smooth” you laughed slightly. “What can I say. I try my best. But you promised me one thing. And I wouldn’t mind to have your number so we can meet for the hoodie again” he smiled, carefully kissed your cheek and made you laugh again. “Y/N. And. Yes”.
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4 weeks have passed and you were laying in your bed on a Friday evening. Your roommates were out and you were eating a pizza and watching Netflix. You pulled the covers further up and snuggled yourself into your blanket and the hoodie. You almost never took it off. You became one with the hoodie. You felt calm and safe in it. It was your definition of comfort zone. When your next episode was about to start you saw your phone lighting up. You smiled when you saw Pierres picture and swiped across the screen. “Good evening, baguette” you said and laughed immediately. “Oh wow. What a way to greet me. Good evening” he smiled and held his phone closer to his face. “Why are you out so late at night? Anywhere to go?” you asked and ate more ice cream. “Actually yes. I’m surprising someone” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. “You are? Wow. More entertaining than my evening” you said and wiggled with your ice cream. “Ah you know I’m actually jealous”. You just smiled and took another spoon. You talked a bit about your university day when he suddenly changed the topic. “Hold on. I gotta do something quickly”. You just nod your head and put your attention back to the TV for a second. When you heard the doorbell you were confused. You weren’t expecting anyone. Your first thought went to your friends. “Give me a second too. Someone is at the door” you told Pierre and made your way to the door. You hummed, turned the key around and almost fell over. Pierre was standing in front of you and had his arms wide open. “I see the surprise was a success” was all he could say before you took the invite and hugged him. He was warm and exactly what you needed. Without breaking the hug you pulled him inside. Once you parted from him you smiled at him. “You are crazy. Really crazy” you told him and brought him in the living room. “I am? You are the one that opened the door and didn’t know who was on the other side” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “Just be happy I let you in” you glared at him and threw yourself on the couch. He laughed out loud and set next to you. “I see how things are. Enjoying my hoodie huh?” You didn’t even realise you still had it on and blushed. “You’re just keeping it safe. That’s it right?” “Yeah. Exactly” you agreed and fiddled with the hem of the hoodie. Pierre just poked your arm and smirked at you. You mumbled an “idiot” and poked him back. You decided to order some pizza and just relax on the couch after your stressful university day and his traveling. You listened to Pierre talking about his racing preparations and you were fascinated about how much goes into it and how passionate he talked about it. “You should come to a race with me. Maybe I could even get you into VIP. We’ll see” he winked and you smiled. “Actually now that I’ve heard so much I’d love too” you smiled and looked at him. Pierre smiled happily and slowly put his hand on top of yours. You looked at your hands and slowly turned your one around, feeling him intertwine his fingers with yours. Pierre smiled at you and drew circles on the back of your hand. It’s been years since you felt this comfortable with someone and you enjoyed every second. When you saw Pierre coming closer to your face, you let out a shaky breath and he stopped. “Are you okay?” he whispered and you nodded, not wanting him to stop. Pierre carefully put his hands on your cheeks and held your face close to his. When he felt you moving closer, he knew it was the last hint he needed. Slowly, he leaned in and laid his lips on yours. You couldn’t help but sigh happily. Your whole body felt alive and you never wanted to stop. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him more and more. Pierre pulled you flat against his chest and slowly pulled away, only to kiss you again and again. And again and again. You laughed slightly and returned each and every kiss. You bit your lower lip and hid your face on his neck. Pierre chuckled and pulled his arms around you. “You know what that means? Now you can have all of my hoodies if you want.”
***
4 months later you were wiggling with your legs while you held your handbag close. Pierre parked his car and looked over at you. He smiled and took your hand. “Don’t be nervous. Everything will be fine” he ensured you and kissed your hand. You smiled slightly and moved out of the car. Immediately, Pierre was by your side again and led you to the circuit. It was your first time and it made you double nervous. He held you close and gave you your own paddock pass. He scanned his pass and helped you with yours. You took his hand again and looked around the giant location. You were overwhelmed but happy. “Let me show you the garage. It’s the most exciting part”. You smiled at him and followed. You stayed in the background a bit and let Pierre have his moments with his crew. Once he was done greeting everyone he showed you his car. You carefully touched it, afraid to break anything. “This is amazing. I’ve never seen anything like this. Thank you for bringing me here” you said and Pierre kissed your cheek. “I hope to see you here with me a lot more from now on” he beamed at you and you smiled. “Oh I’d love to!”. Pierre grinned and took something from a table. “I’ve got something for you. Just for you” he said and handed you a blue packet. You looked at it confused and slowly took of the wrapping paper. Inside you found a team hoodie with Pierres name on it. Your eyes went wide and you grinned. “This is the best thing I ever got. Thank you so much!”. Pierre took the hoodie and wrapped it around you. “Now you’re my lucky charm, okay?” he asked and you poked him. “Okay.”
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Bucky Barnes Oneshot
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Warnings: some language, excessive sun exposure, nudity (but no smut)
Word count: 5.4k (why am i like this)
A/N: This fic is very self-indulgent - it’s short on plot and long on summer vibes. Also, this is a reader insert fic, but I hate writing Y/N and using second person narration, so reader has been given an ‘Avenger alias’. Hope you like it. :) Basically, Bucky deserves this, and we deserve for summer to never end. <3 I hope you all enjoy it, and as always let me know what you think!!
P.S. here’s the playlist inspired by this fic
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“Geronimo!”
Sam’s battle cry is the only warning before he takes the plunge; Bucky scrambles from his place on the boat deck, shielding his book with his towel and his hands in a last ditch effort to save the pages from water-logged ruin. He scowls as Sam resurfaces, breaching the water with a laugh and blinking to clear his eyes.
“Hey - watch it, bird brain.” Thankfully, his copy of Ender’s Game remains safe and dry, despite Sam’s carelessness. Wiggling his hips, Bucky scoots further back on his towel, away from the edge of the boat and hopefully out of the splash zone.
“You’re the one complaining about getting wet at the lake, Barnes,” Sam quips back, lazily swimming towards the ladder. “I’m not to blame here.”
“Doesn’t mean I want my book getting wet,” Bucky mutters. A bead of sweat slides down his neck - several beads actually; he can feel how flushed his face is in the dog day heat of a July afternoon. As he lays on his belly, pineapple printed beach towel spread underneath him; his sunglasses slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, his face too slick with sweat to hold them up properly.
“C’mon, guys,” Steve sighs. He couldn’t look less concerned if he tried - long limbs sprawled in the water, his star-spangled ass wedged firmly in a neon blue floatie, a can of beer in one hand. A pink patch of color has bloomed on his chest and spreads across his shoulders with each passing hour, despite regular reapplication of his sunscreen. “Can we not do this all weekend?”
“Mm, I’m with Steve,” a voice pipes up, languid and sleepy, from the sun deck along the top of the boat. “I don’t wanna listen to you two bickering for the next three days.”
Bucky’s mouth goes even dryer and his cheeks burn with a different kind of heat, tongue thick in his mouth at the sound of her voice. Embarrassment creeps up in him - why does he always let Sam’s ribbing get to him, damn it?
“Hey - he started it, Angel,” Sam holds up his hands in surrender, his own towel draped across damp shoulders. There’s a crystal droplet of water on the tip of his nose. “I’m just trying to have a good time.”
She peeks over the ledge from her coveted sunbathing spot, pushing her oversized sunglasses up on her head so she can fix him with a skeptical pout. Bucky rolls a couple inches sideways, leaning on one elbow to lift his gaze up to her. The sun blazes behind her, casting a vivid white corona of heat; the baby blue lurex of her bikini glitters against her skin, her limbs shining with coconut oil and sweat. She’s gathered her hair up on top of her head, but a few adorable baby hairs have escaped at the nape of her neck and her temples, curling sweetly in the humid, hazy air.
She’s only been with the team for a few months - new to the Avengers, and to superhero-ing in general. Operating alone for years, and cleverly flying under the radar, she’d found Tony Stark waiting for her in a refugee camp on the coast of Greece with a disturbingly complete dossier on her, as well as a job offer. Within moments of meeting her, the team dubbed her “Angel” - in slight awe at the way her glowing fingers healed Clint’s broken ones during their brief introductory handshake. From then on, she’s been their undisputed MVP, saving their accident-prone skins so many times they’ve already lost count.
“You know - that smells like bullshit, Sam.” The barest hint of a smirk tugs at her mouth, and even squinting in the sun her eyes are bright.
Sam sputters, playing at mock offense.
“Excuse me?” he says, a hand pressed to his heart.
“Just leave Bucky alone,” Angel rolls her eyes, letting her sunglasses drop back to shield her from the glare off the water. “And Steve? You might want to use a higher SPF, or you’ll need me to heal that later.”
Satisfied, she stretches back on her towel up on the sun deck, one arm long and lazy above her head, the other reaching for her phone - restarting one of her podcasts, Bucky thinks. Tiny wireless headphones tucked in her ears, she’s always listening to them; there’s a true crime one that she loves, but he can’t remember the name. Looking down at his chest, Steve seems to just notice the ripening sunburn on his skin. With a sigh, he flips himself out of the inner tube and into the water, swimming the short distance to the boat and pulling himself up the ladder in search of sunscreen.
Bucky ducks his head back down to his book. He tries to read, focus his eyes on the words in front of him - but, surprisingly, he’s almost too relaxed. He feels heavy, lazy, down to his bones; his eyelids droop and the words on the page run together. It’s not unpleasant, though - the heat has soaked right through his muscles, and for the first time in ages he finds that he’s not sore, not aching. Just a little tired, like a cat in the sun. Stretching and settling on his towel, he tucks his head in the nest of his folded arms and closes his eyes.
When Angel had proposed a lake weekend, inviting the team out to her family’s place in the woods, everyone had leapt at the idea. A few days spent in pure laziness, hours wiled away on the water or with a book, with no one to rescue and no battles to fight - it sounded too good to be true. Pure summer paradise.
Beneath him, the boat rocks dully on small waves. He feels himself lulled into a trance as his body sways gently in the same rhythm, back and forth. Paradise, Bucky thinks as he drifts off.
**********
That night, the sun lingering late in the sky, cicadas humming in the trees, the guys grill out on the deck at the cabin. It smells like heaven, fresh corn and burgers and mushrooms; inside the house, Wanda slices tomatoes and Angel stirs caramelized onions on the stove. At the island, Natasha patiently mashes avocados for her famous guacamole - made famous by the fact that it’s frequently her only contribution to family dinners.
“Wow, Nat, I think you actually got a tan,” Wanda smirks. “Right there, on your arm?”
“That’s just a freckle,” Nat scowls. “Which is why I use high SPF and don’t lay in the sun for hours.”
“Hey, at least you won’t get skin cancer,” Angel laughs, not looking up from her onions. Their smell wafts through the kitchen, mouth-watering and tangy sweet, mixed with the fresh and smoky air from the open window to the deck. Outside, the laughter around the grill bursts in a loud crescendo, Sam slapping Clint’s back as he doubles over in a fit of giggles.
“Sounds like they’re having fun out there.” Nat raises a sarcastic eyebrow as she glances out the window. Angel turns to look, too, her eyes pulled to the soft glow of the porch under the string lights overhead, the setting sun just beginning to burn red and gold through the trees.
Sliding off her barstool, Wanda skips over to the sliding screen door that leads out to the deck, pulling it open just enough to stick her head through.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, nearly shouting to be heard over the boys’ loud hoots of laughter. None of them answer, still caught in the flush of whatever hilarity had set them all going. Rolling her eyes, Wanda tries again. “Hey! Are we at least ready to eat? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, yeah, kid, we’re pulling ‘em off the grill right now,” Clint sighs, wiping his eyes. Even from her place by the stove, Angel notices Bucky’s bright open smile, so rarely seen it makes her do a double take. His color his high, his tanned cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink; his hair is still wet from the shower, combed back from his forehead in a way that’s almost boyish, the tips just beginning to dry in soft brown curls.
Swallowing thickly, Angel drags her eyes back down to the onions and turns the burner off.
They gather around the long picnic table on the deck, sliding and shuffling around each other, a veritable summer feast laid out in front of them. The boys at the grill didn’t disappoint: Sam proudly slides a platter of corn on the cob next to the kebabs he made, while Clint carries a tray piled high with fresh burgers (and turkey burgers, at Nat’s request). Toppings and sides come single file from the kitchen - fresh sliced tomatoes, crisp lettuce, fried plantains and guacamole. Bucky’s mouth waters with each new dish that arrives at the table, his knees jammed underneath the table next to Steve.
“This spot taken?”
Angel smiles as she slides into the seat across from him; she had washed her face when they got in from the lake, fresh and clean, and pulled an old college t-shirt over her swimsuit. The scent of her coconut lotion drifts across the table. Bucky clears his throat.
“N-no. Go ahead.” He wishes his smiles were half as warm as hers, half as easy and sweet.
Her nose scrunches as she beams a little wider at him and stretches her legs underneath the table, her ankle resting against his calf. The brush of their skin sets Bucky’s nerves on fire, and he keeps expecting her to move, to flinch away. But her leg stays where it is, resting against his, as they laugh and eat with their friends; and every so often when her eyes catch his he wonders if he’s imagining the spark in them.
**********
If it’s possible to get a concussion from tubing, Sam will have one by the end of the day.
Bucky’s head is already swimming and dizzy from being thrown from the inner tube half a dozen times, skipping across the surface of the lake like a stone - he’d always thought Steve was a wild driver on a bike, but in a boat, with two of his friends pulled behind and gripping the handles of a rubber tube? Steve is an absolute maniac.
Inside the boat, Angel leans against Steve’s seat and grips the railing to keep her balance, watching the boys behind them on their wild ride from hell.
“Are you sure you should be going this fast?” she speaks up, a little nervous. “Do you even have a boating license?”
“Don’t need one - I was born before the cutoff date, got grandfathered in,” Steve yells back over the engine and the rush of the waves underneath them. Glancing back and seeing Bucky and Sam still hanging on, he cuts the wheel sharply, the boat arcing through the water in a donut that sends them cutting over their own wake. From the boat, it’s a mild discomfort, the deck bouncing on each wave; from the tube, it’s game over.
She winces as it happens - the two of them go completely airborne on the tube, and with a final scream Sam loses his grip and tumbles sideways, knocking Bucky off into the water with him. Without their weight, the tube sways in the wind for a moment before it drops back to the water, upside down and empty.
“They’re down!” Wanda laughs, and Steve cuts the throttle down, idling slowly back to where the bright blue and green of life jackets bobs in the water a hundred feet away.
As they pull up alongside Sam and Bucky, Wanda drops the ladder and Angel makes her way to the back of the boat, pulling the rope to bring the tube back up to the boat.
“Oof,” Sam huffs as he hauls himself up the ladder, immediately unsnapping the buckles on his lifejacket. “I think I’m done - yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely done.” He shrugs the lifejacket off his shoulders and drops onto a seat at the front of the boat. “Hey, why don’t you get out there and let me drive, Steve?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Steve smiles innocently behind his sunglasses, his hair windblown and spiky. “I think I’m just getting the hang of driving this thing.”
“I think you need a little more practice, punk,” Bucky groans from the ladder. “But not with me back there. I thought Hydra scrambled my brains enough but-” he grabs a towel and scrubs the side of his head, trying to shake the water from his ears. “-you’ve got me mixed up like a fruit salad up here. Jesus.”
There’s always a downbeat, an awkward breath, when he makes jokes about Hydra. Steve winces a little, and Sam purses his lips; Wanda looks away, pushing her hair behind her ears. Bucky feels his cheeks flush, frustrated and embarrassed.
“It’s probably just early-onset Alzheimer’s,” Angel giggles, breaking the silence. “I mean, you’re pushing 102? 103?”
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Bucky narrows his eyes at her.
“I don’t look a day over 30, you know,” he huffs, feigning offense as he hip checks her on his way to the cooler for a beer.
“Ok, boomer,” she sighs. She’s wearing a necklace today, a single cowrie shell nestled at her collarbone, and she’s changed out the blue bikini for a tie-dye one that makes him thinks of cotton candy. With his metal hand, he snaps the cap off his beer and takes a swig, raising a brow towards her in question. Angel shakes her head. “I’m good - but I’ll take a water.”
They pass around the bottles of water, and a couple of snacks; it’s only early afternoon, and they’re loathe to waste any of the beautiful day, all of them sprawled across the boat, sunning themselves liberally. Wanda wonders aloud what they should do, if everyone is done getting roughed up on the tube.
“Well, we could drive around to the waterfall - maybe go cliff jumping,” Angel suggests, wiping watermelon juice from her chin. The huge Tupperware bowl of fruit they brought has gone down swinging between her and Steve, Sam picking through to find the strawberries.
“There’s a waterfall?” Steve sits up, a slice of cantaloupe in his hand. Angel nods, picking a seed from her teeth.
“Yeah, it’s around that way - not too far from here,” she turns and points around a bend in the shoreline, towards the north end of the lake. “We could at least just take a drive over there - the breeze would be nice.”
They all agree on that - it’s a cloudless day, brilliant and sweltering without the slightest wind to stir up the air across the water. Sam swipes his brow, more damp with sweat now than water, and takes a swig of his beer.
“Let’s go, Angel.” He raises his bottle in salute. “Before we all die of heatstroke.”
It’s a small waterfall, just a stream coming down from the hills surrounding the lake, and running faster today because of the last week’s rain; but the cove is lush and blooming with trees overhead, humming with the lazy buzz of insects and busy calls of birds. Angel kills the engine near the entrance and lets Steve drop the anchor - the water here is clean and deep, and the cliff face rises stark and bright out of the water, the rocks stained with age.
“Oh, wow - it’s so pretty,” Wanda smiles, snapping a picture of the waterfall with her phone.
“And quiet,” Bucky observes. He can’t hear the sounds of other boats on the water, the cries of other swimmers on the lake.
“Yeah, nobody ever comes back here,” Angel shrugs. “It’s kind of a secret little place - my family are always the only people here.”
One by one, they peel off their shirts and tug their lifejackets on, diving into the sun-warmed water. Angel leads the way towards the waterfall, showing them all a small break in the rocks with a natural set of steps and handholds she found with her brothers, and they climb up the rocks bit by bit, happily exploring.
“You ever climb all the way up there?” Sam asks, pointing to the top of the waterfall, where an outcropping of the rock juts out over the water.
“Yeah, a couple of times,” she nods, looking up. “We used to jump from the top. I never liked it much - I’m a little scared of heights.”
“Race you Tin Man,” Sam punches Bucky’s arm, and without waiting for confirmation, takes a running head start at the cliff wall, jumping up to the first handhold he sees and working his way up bit by bit. Bucky scowls, but not one to ignore a challenge, he follows close behind, overtaking Sam in a matter of minutes as he scales the wall with just his hands.
Hauling himself up over the edge, he stands above the waterfall, looking out over the lake. It’s still only mid-afternoon, and the glare of the sun on the water is nearly blinding. Far away, tiny boats circle and weave across the surface, their paths leaving figure 8’s in the waves. Below, he hears Wanda and Steve and Angel talking, cheering Sam on as he climbs the last few feet to the top.
“I win,” Bucky smiles as Sam’s huffing and sweaty face appears over the edge of the rock.
“I hate you,” Sam pants, but he takes the hand Bucky offers and scrambles up to stand beside him.
“Hell of a view.”
Sam props an arm on Bucky’s shoulder, an endlessly annoying habit he has, but Bucky refrains from smacking his hand away. They stare out at the water as Sam catches his breath.
“Yeah, it is.”
**********
When they finally make their way back to the boat, the sun has crept along the horizon towards the late afternoon angle, and their arms and legs ache from climbing the cliff walls over and over. Wanda massages her shoulders, slicking her hair into a little wet bun on top of her head. Angel follows behind her, dropping her lifejacket on her seat and wrapping a towel around her shoulders.
Last one up the ladder is Bucky, his arms heavy in the water, eyes stinging, but happily tired from a long day spent doing nothing important. He can’t remember the last time he got to do something like this - just be, just have fun, nothing hanging over his head and no thoughts of tomorrow. He pulls up the ladder after him, folding it onto the deck, and perches on the edge of a seat next to Angel, wondering where his towel has gone.
“Oh - oh, Bucky, you’re hurt,” Angel sits up and leans closer to him. He holds his breath, her face inches from his own - but her eyes are down on his hand.
His flesh hand, which is currently bleeding all over his bright blue swim trunks.
Shit. He hadn’t even noticed - hadn’t felt it at all, but he must have cut it on the climb. The cut runs cleanly through the pink flesh of his palm, welling blood that trickles down his wrist, mingling with the water that still clings to his skin. It triggers something, makes his brain stumble, the bright stain on his thigh - his shorts are probably ruined. He opens his mouth and starts to say something, but the sound sticks in his throat.
Smooth, soft fingers slide over his as Angel grabs his hand. Covering his palm with her own, she frowns down at the wound, as her hand starts to shimmer and glow. He feels the heat of her power soaking into his skin, brighter than the sunlight overhead. It starts to flow down his wrist, and he wants more of it - he wants to bask in it.
Too soon, though, it’s over. The cut wasn’t all that bad, and it only takes a moment to heal. But her hand lingers, palm brushing his, the tips of her fingers tracing his pulse on the delicate underside of his wrist, where the pale pink stain of blood lingers.
“Better?” she asks, looking up at him, long lashes shading her eyes. Tentatively, he allows his own fingers to trace her wrist.
“Yeah. Thank you,” he smiles.
“Any time.”
**********
That night, as the sun sinks down and the fireflies float lazily up from the warm ground, they gather around the fire pit in front of the house. Spread out in canvas lawn chairs, they toast their marshmallows on wire coat hangers, squishing them between graham crackers and chocolate squares. Steve is suspicious of the treat at first, unsure about the pairing and perpetually wary of sweets.
“Just try it,” Wanda rolls her eyes. “It’s the perfect treat, trust us.”
Skeptical, he sinks his perfect American teeth into the crackers, through the gooey marshmallow chocolate layer, the melted treat sticking to his lips as he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully, quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he considers. The rest of the group awaits his verdict, nestled in their chairs with their own s’mores.
“Yeah, okay,” Steve agrees, shoving the rest of the dessert into his mouth. He licks his lips appreciatively. “You’ve got a point there.”
“You know, I think you would’ve had to give up being Captain America if you didn’t like them,” Clint smirks, one cheek stuffed full. “I mean, who doesn’t like s’mores?”
“Yeah, but is that technically an American thing?” Sam wonders, reaching for the package of graham crackers.
“Well I’ve never had them anywhere else,” Wanda counters. She’s nursing her second pineapple ale of the evening - a drink she discovered when they stopped into a grocery store for supplies, and insisted on buying 2 packs to bring to the cabin with them.
Bucky isn’t paying attention to the Great S’mores Debate, not even a little bit. He can hardly hear them talking; he stares across the fire, warm sparks drifting like the fireflies above, as Angel licks chocolate from her fingers. The bright pink tip of her tongue darts out against her fingertips, savoring what’s left of the treat; he finds that his own mouth is parched and dry, a curious kind of hunger growling low in his belly, despite having had his own fill of dinner and s’mores. As she slips her pinky finger into her mouth, her eyes catch his from the other side of the flames, the firelight dancing in her eyes as she holds his gaze. The corner of her mouth twitches up just slightly, and she winks.
She winks.
Then, as the conversation takes another twist towards some kind of dessert or another, she quietly slips from her chair and walks away unnoticed, picking her way down the familiar trail to the dock in the dark.
Bucky glances around the group, and gauging that their conversation should serve as enough of a distraction, mutters some kind of excuse about needing the bathroom before getting up to follow.
Seconds later, Natasha turns to look at them - Angel’s form just visible between the trees and Bucky trailing along behind. She smiles widely over her beer, before settling back into her chair with a sigh.
“Finally,” she huffs, taking a sip. “Took them long enough.”
“Oh my god, right?” Sam raises his hands in exasperation. “I thought I’d hit my 100th birthday before that dickhead made a move-”
**********
She’s sitting at the edge of the dock, past where the boats are moored for the night, one knee tucked up under her chin as her other leg dangles with her toe in the water. She must hear him coming, his footsteps intentional and loud to his own ears on the wooden planks, but she doesn’t turn around. The lake is soft and still, wearing moonlight like a a silk robe, rippling reflected light across the surface. Above them the sky is cloudless and star-filled, cooled to a rich deep blue after the blazing bright day.
“Sometimes I would come down here at night with my dad,” she says, when he stands right behind her, unsure if he’s allowed to sit, if he should ask. She tips her head up over her shoulder. “We’d fish a little - threw them all back, though.”
“You didn’t keep ‘em?” Bucky asks, settling down beside her on the dock, letting his legs hang over the edge.
“No,” she shakes her head, scrunching her nose. “I felt sorry for them. Didn’t wanna hurt them, you know?”
He just watches her, the soft line of her profile in starlight, a smile blooming in his heart.
“Always been an angel, huh.” He doesn’t mean to say it, at least not out loud, but once it’s out he finds himself glad.
She looks at him then, not answering, but searching out his gaze with her eyes - they flit between his own, pupils wide in the dark. He licks his lips, wonders what she’s looking for, what she sees.
“Have you ever been night-swimming?”
Her question comes out of the blue, catching him off guard. He blinks - her mischievous eyes never leave his face.
“Um. I-I don’t remember,” he fumbles. “I think so. Way back, during the war. Not so much for leisure though,” he smiles ruefully. “I just knew I smelled awful and didn’t wanna risk being caught with my pants down, literally, in broad day.”
It startles a laugh out of her, a loud one, and his pride swells, inflating in his chest. The smile stays fixed on his face as he looks back out at the lake.
“Wouldn’t mind sometime, though,” he hints. “It’s beautiful out there at night.”
“Let’s go then,” she grins, using her hands to push herself up to stand above him. He blinks up, dumb at the flash of her smile.
“But, well…” he falters. “I should run back up to the house, I don’t have my trunks-”
“So?” she interrupts with a careless shrug. There’s something in her smile, and he doesn’t quite understand what she means until she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and-
Oh. Oh.
Easy as that, smooth as a wave, she peels her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Her soft cotton bralette comes next, unhooked and slid down her arms, dropped onto the pile with her shirt. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he swears, but he can’t bring himself to lower his gaze. She turns away with a little smile as she shimmies her shorts down, kicking them behind her to join the rest of her clothes, and he thinks he might combust if, oh god, there go her panties-
The cool splash of water as she jumps in jolts him back to himself, wakes him from the trance he fell into at the display of her body, her sweet summer skin, still smelling of coconut and watermelon. Her head bobs up a couple of yards past the dock, treading water.
“You coming or what?” she dares, feeling less bold now, but what the hell - she made her move.  The water has cooled since the sun went down, and a little shiver runs through her. Yes, she certainly made a move. She bites her lip and watches him, waiting, hoping.
When he stands, she holds her breath - will he leave? Will he turn her down? Will he still be her friend? Then he reaches a hand behind his back and tugs his shirt up over his head, throwing it down onto the dock next to hers.
He’s every bit as beautiful by moonlight as he is in broad day - she’s always thought so, but kept it to herself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Now though…she admires him, as she allowed him to admire her; watches closely every long line of his body revealed to her as he undresses, the golden tan he’s earned the last few days on the lake, the course hair covering his chest, the sliding shadows of muscle beneath his skin…
Before he can second guess himself, Bucky dives in and joins her, popping up out of the water just a few feet away and slicking his hair back from his face. She smiles, playfully backing away; he grins right back as he gives chase, following slow but determined.
“See? Fun, right?” Angel giggles, feeling her heart beat a wild rhythm and hoping he can’t hear it. Bucky chuckles back, not answering, swimming just a few inches closer. The outline of her body glows in the moonlight, though he tries not to stare beneath the water.
“You’ve definitely convinced me,” he agrees. They drift out a little further - still not too far from the dock or the shore, but their little game of cat and mouse leads them out several yards. “You bring all the boys out here? Is it gonna be Sam’s turn tomorrow?”
“Hm…I haven’t decided yet,” she muses, pretending to consider it. “I think I’d ask Steve first - unless you think he wouldn’t be game for it.”
“Trust me, I know Steve Rogers,” Bucky laughs. “He’d die of embarrassment.”
“You’re probably right,” Angel grins. “Then maybe it is Sam’s turn.”
“Aw, you’re breaking’ my heart, Angel,” Bucky pouts, giving her the full force of his baby blues, a look he only ever reserved for his mother. Angel doesn’t fall for it; instead, she rolls her eyes and splashes a handful of water right in his face.
“You’ll be fine,” she shrugs, but hides her smile by ducking her head half down, nearly concealed in the water.
“No, I won’t,” he insists. He’s barely a foot away from her now. “I’m wounded, Angel. Really. I’m real hurt - I need your help.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah - I may not survive. You gotta help me.”
“Well, I think that’s in my job description.” Her eyes are full of moonlight, her face inches from his own. “Where are you hurt?”
He grabs her hand and places her palm firmly over his heart.
“Right here, honey,” he whispers, silly grin firmly in place. “You hurt me real bad.”
On cue, her palm starts to glow, the light filtering up through the water in glittering ripples that flicker across their faces. Just over his heart, his skin warms at her touch, a surge of energy and light and life straight into him, deep and true.
“Anywhere else?” she asks, her own voice so soft, barely heard over the cicadas in the trees.
“Yeah…here.” Taking hold of her other hand, he draws her arms up around his shoulders. His smirk twitches. “Must’ve pulled something climbing those cliffs.”
“Uh huh, sure,” she rolls her eyes, but ignites her hands anyway, the healing warmth soaking into his sore muscles and the ever-tender skin surrounding his metal arm. Not one to complain, he never mentions the trouble it causes, constant weight on his shoulders and neck, often giving him tension headaches at the base of skull. But here she is, melting it all away with a touch.
Slowly, cautiously, he lets his hands slide around her waist, thumbs gently brushing her last rib. Beneath his palms he feels her breath stutter and catch, her heart picking up. Their feet accidentally kick one another as they attempt to keep treading water, and she lets him wrap one of her legs around his waist to keep from kicking her.
“Anything else?” she whispers. He traces her face with his eyes, unable to distinguish her own glow from that of the moon beaming down on them. With a slow nod, Bucky rests his forehead against hers, shares a breath.
“Here,” he says, and tilts his head the last couple of inches until his lips meet hers.
In an instant, he feels warm all over; though his eyes are closed, he can see the light behind them like sun through closed blinds. It nearly burns, hot and holy and aching sweet, and his toes curl with it. She breaks away for a moment, just to smile so blindingly, sunbeams breaking beneath her radiant skin - and dives back in, laughing into his mouth as he tightens his hold and her hands go to his hair.
Adrift in a summer-warm lake, under a swollen July moon, they kiss and laugh and touch and play.
Under a moon half as bright, they glow.
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atinytokki · 3 years
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Paradise
v. Haneul’s Relapse 
“That’s quite a good pearl. If you want, I can help you wash it.”
San glanced up from the pearl he was rubbing and followed the teenage girl to the shallows, where she hiked up her skirts and bent low, skilfully cleaning off the little treasure without losing her grip on it.
Afraid it would wash away in the waves, San bit his lip and shuffled nervously the entire time. When the girl handed it back, he clutched it to his chest and thanked her shyly.
“Do you think... do you think you could make a necklace with it?”
The girl glanced at her sister and giggled, likely assuming San had a sweetheart to woo. “Of course.”
“It’s for my half-sister Haneul,” he explained quickly as he followed the three up the hill towards their house. “She’s sickly and sometimes she’s not well enough to come down to the beach, so...”
The girls suddenly stopped in their tracks, the younger one facing San with a curious expression on her face. “Do you live in the blue house over there?” She asked, pointing over the sand dunes to where his grandparents’ place was.
San nodded hesitantly and watched the sisters glance at each other again before explaining, “Your sister is one of our dad’s patients.”
It dawned on San the longer they stared at him. “You’re Dr. Hong’s children?”
The pair smiled at him and the oldest extended her hand. “I’m Eunkyung, this is my sister Eunae and our little brother is Inho.”
“Choi San,” he responded simply, shaking the offered hand. “We’re also neighbours then?”
“That’s right,” Eunae confirmed as she bent down to let little Inho climb on her back to be carried up to their house. “We always wanted to visit the blue cottage. It looks so cute and homely over there.”
“You should come by to deliver the necklace when we’re done with it,” San offered, feeling awfully proud of himself to have done such a grown-up thing as invite guests. “It’s also a carpentry shop. We have lots of lovely things to look at.”
After all, they were teenage girls and teenage girls liked looking at pretty things.
The doctor wasn’t in at the moment, presumably out on a visit with patients, so the three of them set up shop in the kitchen while Inho played with his toys on the floor.
San mostly just sat and watched the girls pick out shells and beads and string them together, setting the shining pearl in the middle of the necklace as a centrepiece.
When it was finished, they walked over to deliver it as the sun began to set, and more excited at the prospect of introducing Haneul to new friends than that of giving her the necklace, San raced through the shop to enter the house and inform her she had visitors.
A voice called out to him as he barrelled past the woodworking bench. “San! Where have you been?”
Halted in his tracks, San spun around, surprised, and blushed when he caught sight of the clock. He was supposed to be working, not playing.
“I met some friends on the beach and they wanted to see Haneul, so I thought—”
“I need you here, San,” Grandfather scolded, standing and brushing off his hands. “Go on, tell Haneul she has visitors, but I expect you back here as soon as you’ve let her know.”
Deflating, San apologised respectfully and trudged upstairs.
It was torture for him to sit there hammering boards together while he listened to Haneul come out of her shell, fast befriending the girls and talking more than he’d heard her talk in weeks.
When their guests departed to eat dinner in their own home, San selfishly wished they had a brother his age. Eunkyung and Eunae were nice but they were older and closer with Haneul than him as it was. And little Inho was fun to play with for awhile, but like most five year olds, he asked an insufferable amount of questions.
As San took a bite of his chicken, he distantly wondered if he was like that as a five year old.
“I’ve taken the liberty of inviting the Hong children to a picnic tomorrow,” Grandmother announced as she cleared away the empty dishes. “I can see you’ve taken to them, and I’m sure you children will enjoy a playdate before classes start up again.”
She gave Haneul a knowing wink and shuffled away to the kitchen. As usual, she knew everything.
Making steady friends was difficult with the coming and going of families for the winter holidays. As school sessions neared, fewer and fewer visitors arrived and Namhae began to go back to being a small fishing town instead of an island getaway.
Which meant the Hong children were more or less the only option for lasting friendship in the off season.
They all knew this, so they set up lunch on the beach with a smile the next day and chatted about anything and everything they could think of, determined to get to know each other better.
Inho was fascinated by San and had good fun playing pirates with him, using specially made wooden swords fashioned by Grandfather in a moment of indulgence.
Eventually they tired of the play and joined the girls for food. There was no opportunity to insert themselves in the conversation, so they simply ate in silence, enjoying the bird calls and flashes of sunlight from behind clouds.
“I’m going swimming!” Inho announced when he had finished his food, throwing off his shirt and facing the ocean.
“You should wait awhile so you don’t have a cramp,” San warned, throwing an arm over his eyes and laying back as the sun blazed out again. “And besides, the water’s a bit cold still.”
“I’ll be fine!” Inho yelled back, his voice more distant than it was before. San sat up and noticed the boy’s towel sitting beside him.
“You forgot your towel—”
“I can do it myself!” Inho insisted, returning to snatch up the cloth and going back over to the shallows, dropping it just out of range of the tides and entering the water.
San didn’t remember being that stubborn as a five year old, but he didn’t want to interfere. Clearly Inho liked doing things for himself.
“Will he be alright?” San asked Eunkyung, trying to keep his tone casual. She didn’t look at him but swatted a hand. “He knows how to swim, he’s fine.”
The girls resumed their conversation— something about a drawing they’d seen in a book somewhere— and San resumed his sunbathing.
A patch of clouds covered the sun again and he was so peaceful and full of good food that he drifted off into a daydream, cresting the waves in search of something. The wind took him faster and faster away from his island and he wondered where he was headed, until a faint noise jolted him into opening his eyes.
“Where’s Inho?” Eunae was saying, voice tight and nervous.
San sat up and swept his eyes over the shallows. He couldn’t see the boy anywhere.
A noise got caught in Eunkyung’s throat as San stood to get a better view.
He couldn’t have just disappeared, maybe he was snorkelling under the water, maybe he’d appear in a moment and laugh at their horrified faces.
“There!” Haneul shrieked, standing with support and pointing out into the ocean , almost all the way past where the farthest docks reached. “He’s caught in a rip current!”
The moment he saw him, San ran.
He sprinted harder than he ever had before and struggled against the resistance of the waves before swimming to where the boy was being dragged out to sea.
San felt the pull of the current himself when the sandbar under his feet gave way, and he relaxed and let it pull him to where Inho was struggling to get back to shore.
The boy was tiring, exhausted gasps leaving his chest as he periodically slipped beneath the waves, too worn out to tread water much longer. At the sight of San he choked out a whimper, scared pleas to save him being washed away with the surf.
“Hold on to me!” San instructed, easily lifting the boy in the buoyancy of the water but struggling to bring him back to shore himself.
In rushing out here to save him, San might have just put himself in danger as well.
The specks that were the girls on the beach grew smaller and smaller, and San’s whole body was wearied from holding the blubbering Inho above the water as he tried to pull them back. Swimming against the current wasn’t working, he had to think of another way.
Noticing the docks protruding from the town as they drifted far enough out to see them, San decided to head for the jetty nearest them, moving parallel to the shore and breaking out of the pull of the current.
Suddenly the ripping force was gone, and San’s sore muscles could give out, the sand meeting his feet as he finally waded ashore, Inho shaking and sobbing in his arms.
The girls had watched from the beach and ran to meet them, Eunae hurrying home to fetch their father and Eunkyung scooping up the traumatised Inho, drying him off and shushing him calmly.
Haneul moved forward and embraced San, and he melted into her arms with relief that he’d managed to save both of them and that Haneul had let down her walls and given him access again.
“I was so scared for you,” she admitted, a few nervous tears slipping out before she could hide them. “You’re a much stronger swimmer than I realised.”
As his breathing returned to normal, San glanced out at the ocean again. The weather hadn’t changed, it was as sunny and mild a late winter day as it had been before. The water sparkled a dazzling cerulean and promised only fun and refreshment, not death and terror. But those very same waves had nearly dragged him and Inho to their deaths and on his return to the picnic blanket, he realised the ocean was more dangerous than he thought.
All the more enticing to explore.
Dr. Hong arrived to check the boys over quickly and decided to take all three of his children home after the excitement they’d had, profusely thankful to San for his quick reaction and teasing that he wouldn’t mind keeping him around.
He wasn’t joking when he called him Inho’s official bodyguard.
For the entirety of the spring, San found himself coming to the rescue time and time again.
Inho trailed after him wherever he went, and San protected him from everything from bee hives and ant hills to thunderstorms and broken tree branches.
Most of the time it just entailed getting him back home to be bandaged up, and San was thankful such an accident prone boy had a doctor for his father.
On one such rainy afternoon in the summer, San was bringing Inho home after saving him from falling out the back of a carriage in town to have his sprained ankle looked at. Namhae was busy with droves of vacationers and none of them were good carriage drivers.
Dr. Hong was already with a client, and to his surprise, San realised it was Grandfather.
He was seated and his hands covered his face, bent over in some type of begging position, and the sight of him made San’s stomach churn.
There was no doubt it had something to do with Haneul.
She had been cooped up in her attic room the past week or so, but San had blamed it on the rain. Haneul was healthy enough to play with Eunkyung and Eunae after all, even if they talked more than they played.
Putting himself out of his misery, San pushed open the door and escorted limping Inho to his father.
“Oh dear, what happened!” The doctor cried, making a fuss for Inho’s sake but clearly unfazed by the appearance of a new injury.
Inho went on to explain and San greeted Grandfather, taking a seat next to him and inhaling that familiar musk of sawdust and tea.
“I’m sure you didn’t expect to see me here!” Grandfather chucked, having composed himself frighteningly quickly and forced on a smile. San knew the difference between that smile and Grandfather’s real one.
“Not really!” He chirped in response, kicking his legs as they hung from the chair. It was always awkward between them outside of the workshop, when neither knew what to talk about.
“You know, I’ve decided to extend an invitation to your father to come stay with us for awhile around your birthday,” Grandfather informed him, the real smile flashing when he saw San’s eyes light up at the prospect.
“Can I come to your birthday party too?” Inho asked from where his father was elevating his leg. “When is it, anyway?”
“Next month,” San explained, keeping a keen eye on the doctor’s activities.
“How many tomorrows is that from now?” Inho muttered, confused, and the rest of the room had a good laugh at his innocence, one that was not appreciated by the five year old.
True to his word, Grandfather mailed a letter to Father just as he’d done many times before, this time with a special offer enclosed. When Father arrived, he brought gifts with him— not just for San, but plenty for Haneul, too.
They’d missed out on seeing him for almost a full year, and there was everything to catch up on, especially with regards to current events.
The constant clanging and shouting from the garrison construction zone was a brand new sight for Father, and he spent a great deal of time frowning at it during San’s birthday party.
They all settled in for another rainy evening and Father administered Haneul’s medicine, a very familiar sight, while San wrinkled his nose from where he sat by the window.
He admired her for being able to stomach it every day, but he was ten now so he didn’t complain about such things.
Even on his birthday with Father showing more attention to his half sister than to him, San didn’t pay it any mind and continued to play until he was shooed out of the room.
“Off to bed, birthday boy,” Father hummed gently, nudging him away from the window. “The beach will still be there tomorrow.”
San stayed awake in his bed for as long as he could, paying attention to the amount of time Father spent speaking with Haneul before the telltale sounds of him moving back into his own creaked throughout the attic.
There was something serious going on with her, and San had a sneaking suspicion her health was the real reason Father was paying such a long visit, not his tenth birthday.
By the next morning, he knew he was right. Haneul had relapsed considerably and San was once again sent off to go play outside.
Only this time he had more than a few trees to mess around in, he had an entire ocean ahead of him.
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A/N: It’s been way too long since I updated this one, but finally I got around to it! Hope it was worth the wait, and keep on the lookout for various other updates from me as I get on a summer schedule ;) Don’t forget to reblog and comment and have a good day!
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vex-bittys · 4 years
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Drabble idea... a full-size Honey Bo slowly learns to love and trust his human, culminating in him slithering into their bed to sleep!
No Strings Attached
Trust does not come automatically to a Honey Bo, least of all to a Honey Bo raised in the wild. The wild life isn’t easy though, and every bitty, whether he admits it or not, prefers to have an owner. With a great deal of caution and just a pinch of hope, the Honey Bo searched for a home that he could be comfortable in, somewhere that he could have a personal space of his own and develop trust and friendship in his own time.
The Honey Bo spent some time in a bittybones adoption center before striking out on his own again. The humans who came to the shop to adopt were just too physically affectionate for him. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, but he needed space to approach a potential adopter on his terms. Maybe there just wasn’t anyone out there who wanted to spend so much time on a Honey Bo…
The lamia resumed his travels, mostly scavenging food from restaurant dumpsters instead of hunting. It involved less work, and the food tasted better. During one such dumpster raid, he heard a sound that made him pause halfway through stuffing his face- singing. The singer had a beautiful voice, and the Honey Bo followed the sound, searching for the source. A half-open doorway cast a square of light into the shadowy bushes, and the sweet music drifted out from inside.
The Honey Bo peered through the doorway and saw you there, cleaning up the kitchen after a busy night serving customers and preparing for a similar day tomorrow. The Honey Bo’s sockets slowly closed in bliss as your lovely voice surrounded him, washing over him in waves. The music trailed off, so naturally that he almost didn’t notice until you chuckled, a soft and friendly sound. His sockets shot open to see you observing him from across the room. He’d been caught eavesdropping!
“Do you like my singing that much?” you asked as he ducked back around the corner to hide behind the dumpster that had originally drawn him to this location. You stepped up to the open doorway but didn’t pursue him. You could see his glowing orange eyelights watching you from the shadows like a nervous alleycat. He didn’t answer.
“I’m going to leave some food out here for you if you’d like it. No strings attached,” you called to him. You disappeared back into the restaurant for a few minutes then came back out with some leftover fried chicken from the dinner service. You placed the food where the lamia could easily reach it, then backed away. When you checked again later, the chicken and the lamia were gone.
It became a nightly routine. After your closing shift, you would set out a warm meal for the Honey Bo and serenade him while he ate, always keeping your distance so that you didn’t scare him away. He never missed a single day, and you convinced your coworkers to leave food for him on days that you weren’t working. They reported that he never showed up unless you were there to sing for him; they had even tried playing a radio to coax him out of hiding with no luck. You wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but it made you feel special.
“Do you live out here? Outside, I mean,” you asked the Honey Bo one night while he crunched through a plate full of crispy french fries. He blinked as if startled by the question, then nodded. You’d guessed as much, but you wanted to confirm his living situation before you said anything about it. “If you want, I have a shed behind my house. I could put some blankets in it. That way I can feed you every day instead of just the days that I work here. No strings attached.”
The lamia tilted his head, considering the offer, then nodded again. You didn’t rush to hug him like you wanted to. You didn’t try to pick him up. You just instructed him to follow you and led him to your house. You showed him the shed and made a big production out of removing the lock from the shed doors. You didn’t want the lamia to feel trapped. By the time you brought out piles of clean soft blankets for him to build a nest with, he’d already gone inside to check out his new accommodations.
You often sat out on your back steps, singing softly to him under the light of the moon, or humming tunes while he sunbathed. You never came too close to him, but he gradually became more and more comfortable with your presence. He no longer spent his days hidden in the shed, and it warmed your heart to watch him splashing in the birdbath or staring up at the stars with wonder-filled eyelights.
The weather turned colder, and the leaves on the trees blazed with oranges, yellows, and reds. Meteorologists predicted the first frost of the season within a few days. You bundled up in warm clothing and walked out to the shed, knocking on the door then backing away to a respectful distance. The Honey Bo’s curious face emerged from behind the shed door.
“It’s getting colder,” you pointed out. “I’m worried about you staying outside in this weather. If you want, I can install a doggie door leading to the mudroom. You’ll be able to come inside and get warm whenever you’d like. No strings attached.”
The Honey Bo pondered your offer. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in quite a long time, but he brushed off his rusty speech skills, just for you. “Yessss, pleasssse,” he said in a lamia’s characteristic hiss. You jumped up and down, clapping in unbridled delight, and your joy made the lamia smile. Actually, everything about you brought a smile to his fanged face; it felt nice to be able to trust someone.
Nobody ever entered the mudroom when the Honey Bo occupied it. You insisted on giving the lamia his own space and plenty of privacy, something he greatly appreciated. For all of your generosity, though, something was missing. Sure the heating vents kept the mudroom at a comfortable temperature, but the Honey Bo sometimes felt a chill, something that had very little to do with the weather.
One night, he opened the door from the mudroom and slithered further into the house. He explored a few rooms, including the kitchen, then followed your scent to your bedroom where he discovered the door left open. Venturing inside, he saw that a set of steps meant for small dogs to climb onto tall furniture stood beside your bed. How long had you been expecting him?
The Honey Bo used the steps to climb onto the bed. As quietly as possible, trying not to disturb you, he wrapped himself in a corner of your blanket and pressed himself to your side. You hardly dared to breathe, fearful of ruining the moment, but your tension melted away when you heard the Honey Bo begin to hum.
The Honey Bo hummed his favorite song, one that you sang to him frequently, and the familiar tune lulled him to sleep, curled up alongside you, the very end of his tail draped over your legs. From that night on, the Honey Bo slept in your bed, humming his lullaby to both of you.
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emospritelet · 4 years
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Heatstroke - chapter 2
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This prompt made me burst out laughing...
Okay, I made it the diner rather than the Rabbit Hole, but here:
Please send me ficlet prompts for this verse!
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Lacey hurried back to her house and locked the front door behind her, as though the naked man from next door was hot on her heels, furiously seeking retribution for being doused with a cold drink. She could imagine it now: his limbs pumping as he chased her, and his genitals swinging from side to side like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.
The mental image proved too much for her to cope with, and she burst into a fit of the giggles, leaning back against the door to catch her breath. That’s one way to get to know the neighbours. God, how the hell am I gonna face the guy? She shook her head, pushing herself away from the door. It’s his problem. He was the one sunbathing naked.
She opened the door, gathering up the box of her things and carrying it into the house. She’d have to find Darcy; he had got back into the garden, but he didn’t know the place, and the last thing she wanted was to spend all day searching for him. She went through the kitchen and out onto the small back porch. There was a tiny garden behind, a small square of overgrown grass and bushes bordering the forest to the rear. Darcy was sitting on the top step of the porch, back arched and tail fluffy, as though something had spooked him.
“Yeah, you may well look like that,” remarked Lacey. “Because of you I can never go next door to borrow a cup of something. Bloody voyeur.”
Darcy mewed, glancing at her before staring out at the garden again, and Lacey followed his gaze, eyes widening as she saw a brown rat sitting on its hind legs in the middle of the patch of long grass and staring at her insolently.
“Hmm,” she said. “Pretty sure you shouldn’t be here.”
Darcy mewed louder, and Lacey looked at him.
“Oh, you’re expecting me to get rid of it, huh?” she said. “Typical.”
The rat rose further up on its hind legs, sniffing the air. She could see it was a male, and wondered if there were others of its kind around. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to call out pest control to remove a nest of the critters. The rat had started washing itself, and Lacey sighed, stomping down the steps. At the sound of her footsteps it scurried off, giving her a view of a long tail and impressively large testicles. She stopped at the bottom of the steps, hands on hips.
“All I’m getting today is guys flashing me,” she remarked, and glanced over her shoulder at Darcy. “Don’t you start, you hear?”
She climbed back up the steps, Darcy making a chirruping sound as he followed her into the house. It was edging towards four o’clock, which gave her plenty of time to get unpacked, get showered and make dinner. Then she planned a trip into town to check the place out. There had to be more to Storybrooke than naked men and brown rats.
x
Logan Gold had suffered many indignities in his life, but having a young woman throw an ice cold gin and tonic at his crotch in the privacy of his own back garden was a new low. She had run off before he could say anything, and he had been left seething in outrage, hands clamped over his genitals as they tried to retract into his body from the frigid drenching. Once he was sure she had gone, he grasped the cane from beneath the sun lounger and made his way stiffly to the house, heading for the shower to wash off the gin and tonic before going to the kitchen to make himself another.
He drank it sitting in his library wrapped in a thick silk robe, looking out over the rear garden and brooding to himself. He had never seen the young woman before. She certainly wasn’t a resident of Storybrooke, as far as he was aware. He would have remembered if she had signed a rental contract with him. With any luck he would never see her again.
He followed the gin and tonic with a coffee to revive himself before dressing in his three piece suit and the darkest of his silk shirts. It was rent day, and he was in a bad mood. If anyone wanted an extension, they were out of luck.
x
He wasn’t sure whether he was disappointed or relieved when his tenants all paid in full and on time. He had expected Keith Nott, at least, to make some pitiful excuse, but to his surprise the man had counted out a handful of crumpled bills and only scowled at him once. 
Gold always visited the diner last on his rounds, and the sun had set by the time he reached it, residents of Storybrooke hurrying past him on their way home. Glancing through the window, he could see Miss Lucas, the owner’s granddaughter, seated at the bar with a drink in front of her and a dark-haired woman to her right. Miss Lucas looked to be off duty, having changed out of the ridiculously revealing shirt and shorts outfit she wore as waitress and into leather pants and a mesh top over a black bra. The young woman next to her was showing the back of her bra completely in the blue thing she wore that passed for a dress. He wondered how they didn’t catch their death.
He opened the door to the diner, cane tapping on the floor. Miss Lucas was listening to the young woman talk, a grin curving bright red lips. Her friend sounded Australian, of all things, and Gold felt a sudden sinking in his stomach. A dark-haired young woman, a stranger in the town. Oh, for fuck’s sake...
“...and there it was, looking at me,” she was saying. 
“Oh God.” Miss Lucas wrinkled her nose. “That is so not what you want to see on the day you move in. Or any day, come to that.”
“Right?” The young woman took a slurp of her drink. “He was just - there. Not giving a single fuck. All big balls and unimpressive cock.”
Miss Lucas burst out laughing.
“Seriously? You looked?”
“I couldn’t help it!” protested the young woman. “I tell you, if he has a lady friend, I feel sorry for her.”
Gold clenched his teeth. It was tempting to turn around and walk out, but he had a schedule to keep, and he hated breaking it. He squared his jaw and walked resolutely to the bar, slapping a hand on the somewhat sticky counter and making the two women jump. The Australian woman swivelled slowly on her stool to face him. Clear blue eyes stared at him, dark red lips pursing.
“Hey,” she said. “Nice suit. A little over the top for a diner, but gotta admire a man who makes an effort.”
“Oh, wow…” Miss Lucas shook her head. “Don’t.”
“What?” The young woman glanced back at her. “I’m just being friendly.”
“I believe the phrase ‘does not play well with others’ is relevant here,” said Miss Lucas dryly, slipping from the stool and heading behind the bar.
“Are you talking about me or him?” The woman glanced back at him. “Hey, if I’m gonna settle here I have to get to know people, right?”
“We’ve met,” said Gold, his voice icy, and she blinked.
“We have?” she said.
He was positive that she was feigning ignorance, and he felt his jaw tighten.
“Earlier this afternoon,” he said stiffly. "No doubt an encounter you wish to forget. My own recollection is quite clear, alas."
“This is Mr Gold,” added Miss Lucas helpfully. “He’s the landlord for pretty much everyone in this town. You’re here for the rent, right, Mr Gold? I’ll just get it.”
Miss Lucas hurried off, and the young woman settled back on the stool, looking him up and down insolently before grinning. 
“Mr Gold,” she said. “Of course. I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on.”
Well, he supposed that he should have expected that.
“If you insist on breaking into people’s gardens, you can expect to see sights you’d prefer not to,” he said dryly, and gestured at the drink she held. “Do you want to throw it over me now, save me waiting around?”
“Huh?” She looked confused.
“No matter,” he drawled. “I’m here to collect rent, not bandy words with drunk young women. Excuse me.”
“I’m not drunk!”
Gold had already turned away, and Miss Lucas hurried back into the bar, brandishing a roll of notes.
“It’s all there,” she said breathlessly, and he nodded.
“Yes, of course. Thank you, Miss Lucas. Give my regards to your grandmother.”
He tucked the money into his jacket, heading for the diner door with as much swagger as he could manage with a limp. So she was staying? Fucking marvellous.
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starker-fluff · 4 years
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Peter Pan Chapter #3
Trigger Warnings: None actually.
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Peter was awoken to a calloused finger tips gently wiping hair out of his eyes. Only noticing the sound of a car engine when it came fo a stop. He was too tired to open his eyes so he just nuzzles against the shoulder his head was on and curled up as best as he could. Sleep sounded nice, sleep sounded good.
“Come on, baby. I gotta pick you up and take you inside.” Tony’s voice sounded at a whisper as his large hands gently positioned Peter to lean against the seat before shuffling out of the car.
“No!” Peter let out a loud whine, his eyes flashing open as he grabbed tightly onto Tony’s arm.
“Sweetheart, it’s ok. I’m just getting out so I can pick you up.” Tony said reassuringly, picking up Peter’s hand to press a kiss to his knuckles. Peter watched attentively as Tony moved out of the car before leaning back into backseat of the car to softly pick Peter up bridle style, pulling the young man close to his chest.
“Such a sweet boy. Go back to sleep. I’m never leaving your side again.” Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead as the boy turned to his right, nuzzling his face against his husband’s chest and getting comfortable as he let himself relax.
The rest was blurry. Peter just let himself drift off as he was carried inside. Morgan’s little voice came in and out for a few minute. The was the sounds of footsteps and door locks clicking. The only thing he completely remembers was the soft brush of Tony’s thumb of his lips as he was laid down on the bed and how the bed dipped beside him before a pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him in close. With his head now nestled against Tony’s chest and his body resting in the protective arms of his lover, he fell asleep.
Peter was thankful that when he woke up he was still snuggled to the handsome king he had for a husband. The boy was laying down with his head resting in Tony’s lap, who was busy typing away on a tablet.
“Mmmm.” Peter hummed our, running his finger tips over his lover’s exposed thighs.
“I dreamt of when you first kissed me. You were very romantic. Especially considering you’d just shot someone infront of me.” Peter looked up at older man who huffed with embarrassment.
“It was either him or me. So I decided him.” Tony countered, putting the tablet on a near by nightstand before pulling Peter into a sitting position in his lap.
“Well I’m glad you decided that. I don’t know why I’m suddenly remembering everything... If I do remember why didn’t I just remember everything instantly.” Peter complained, letting his body lean completely against Tony’s body.
“Actually whilst you were asleep, Bruce came in and explained it. Basically, they walled off your memories and we have to trigger your memories. He said to think of it like a switch board. If we hit the right switch the memory will come back. Like with the ring and you remembering the waves.” Tony explained, running his fingers through Peter’s now soft, bouncy curly hair.
“Oh ok. Wel that makes sen-“ Peter started to say, slowly sitting up to look at Tony when Morgan bursted into their room.
“I WAS PROMISED A WAFFLE PICNIC!!!!” Morgan yelled before running out of the room, her little footsteps drumming through the hall as she ran down the stairs.
“W-What?” Peter said through his giggles, holding his side as he tried not to snort as he adorable child.
“Oh my god. How the hell does she remember that and not how to put her dirty clothes in the wash basket?! Two years ago I promised we would have a waffle picnic when we got you back. The two of you are going to make this house a mess again.” Tony chuckled, scooping Peter up to carry him to the closet before siting the boy down on a lounge within their walk-in-wardrobe. “And I’m going to smile when it happens. I love your mess.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss his baby’s cheek.
“For a mob boss you are a big sap.” Peter teased, making Tony roll his eyes.
“I wasn’t always a sap. I used to be tough until you and your cute little butt seduced me and gave me the idea of having a daughter.” Tony changed into a button down shirt and a pair of comfy shorts, meaning there was no business today. He then turned to Peter, offering clothed to him.
“Uhhh. I might take that shirt and those jeans. Thank you.” Peter choose one of Tony’s comfy t-shirts and a pair of stretchy skinny jeans. Tony helped the boy into his clothes before stepping back to admire his sweet husband. Peter stood there, blushing bright red, as Tony bluntly checked him out. The older man stepping forward to run his thumb over Peter’s exposed collar bone.
“I forgot how good you look in my clothes. If it wasn’t for a waffle picnic I think I could of found that switch for our honeymoon memories.” Tony flirted as he winked at the boy. Making Peter as red as a tomato as he let out a little surprised squeak.
“Oh hush. You aren’t innocent. Now. Let’s go before Morgan steals our kneecaps for taking too long.” Tony scooped Peter up into his arms and carried him downstairs to where Morgan was waiting, vibrating with excitement.
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Not that much later the happy family sat on the grass by the river that ran by their house. Little Morgan swinging happily on a tire swing that Tony had made for her with Tessa bouncing around her whilst Peter and Tony sat on a tartan blanket being horribly domestic and cheesy because Tony was feeding Peter pieces of his waffle.
“This tastes really good. I missed waffles so much.” Peter hummed happily as he nommed on the piece of syrup drenched waffle in his mouth. Tony just looked at him with a sad puppy look.
“I’m ok, bab. I’m here now and you can give me all the waffles you want.” Peter smiled, cuddling up to Tony’s chest. They were trying to make up for all the lost time with all the soft touches and cuddles.
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A few minutes passed and Morgan was back on the blanket munching on waffles as they all flicked through the photo album that Morgan and Tony had made for Peter, Tessa was now laying down and sunbathing in the grass.
“Tessa looks so big now.” Peter said a little upset as he looked between the puppy on the Polaroid and the dog laying beside them.
“I’ve missed so much.” His voice quivered as he clutched the book. The album was full of what he had missed. Things like Morgan’s first day at school, her birthdays, Tony’s birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, funerals. But the thing that hurt the most was that he missed the little things like icecream for dinner, pizza parties, little trips into town with his daughter, cuddles with his husband whilst they watched a movie. Two years of his life were gone and he could never get them back.
“Hey, Peter. Sweetheart, it’s ok. Shhh. It’s ok. I got you.” Tony cooed to him, gently wiping tears from Peter’s eyes. He didn’t even realise he was crying until Tony’s hands were on his face. The young man just jumped into Tony’s lap, hiding his face in Tony’s shoulder and letting himself just sob in the comfort of his husband’s arms.
“Papa?” Morgan said softly, scared for her dad. Even Tessa had gotten up and made her way over to the family, gently muzzling at Peter’s thigh.
“It’s ok honey. Papa’s been away a long time and he’s just upset. It’ll be ok. Oh oh Natasha! Can you play with Morgan for a bit?” Tony was trying to explain to his daughter as Natasha walked down from the driveway. Nodding to Tony before taking Morgan’s hands.
“Why don’t you show me that fairy garden you were talking about yesterday?” Natasha suggested.
“Oh. Yeah ok. Bye Papa. I love you.” Morgan said nervously before leading Natasha off. Tony sat silently, just rubbing Peter’s back and letting him cry. The sobs lasted for a whole hour before Peter let out his final sniffle, hiccuping as he pulled away from Tony slightly. Opening his mouth to speak but he was interrupted.
“No saying sorry. You are allowed to cry, honey. You’ve been through a lot. Do you want have a little nap? I know you get tired.” Tony offered before Peter could go into a spiel about how he was sorry, it seemed to settle the boy.
“Yeah. Can I say out here? It’s warm.” Peter asked quietly, his throat hoarse and sore.
“Of course baby.” Tony slowly laid down, letting Peter resting his head on his chest. He waited until the boy had gotten himself comfy before he ran his fingers through his brunette curls. Part of Peter getting comfortable was sneaky his hand under Tony’s shirt to rest on his waist, holding softly as though he was afraid Tony would leave if he wasn’t holding on to him. Slowly Peter fell asleep in the sun, soaking in the warmth from the sun and from his husband. He was safe, finally.
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i have always been a storm | jim mason x reader
SUMMARY: Jim Mason’s idyllic PV life is falling apart. Can anybody save him before it’s too late?
WARNINGS: Drug use, death and all the angst you can expect from a troubled Jim.
WORDS: 2.2k -- sorry!
A/N: I know, right? It’s been a month and the first thing that brings me back is the most depressing Jim content I could muster... I was stuck in a Fleetwood Mac binge and Storms just fit Jim so well, I couldn’t resist.
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The PV waves gently lapped at Jim’s toes, but their sensation had long since numbed.
His hard, impenetrable stare into the grey horizon could not notice the flocks of birds fleeing the coast, the waves beneath them gathering momentum as a storm brewed. His clenched jaw fiercely gritting his teeth together, a dull ache roaring in his gums which he simply could not process.
“I don’t want you seeing her anymore,” Sandy wailed at the top of her voice, emphatic arms flailing about her as she stormed around the house, expertly swooping between cardboard boxes and dismantled furniture littering the corridors. “We’re leaving next week, there’s no point keeping a girlfriend here.”
“But mom—“ he defended himself weakly, halting her reckless motion as she turned to face him.
“No buts, Jim Mason,” she spat, reaching to run her fingers through his golden locks and gazing into his eyes, raw with pain, brimming with tears, igniting with fury. “We’ll have to change that name too, have a think and we’ll decide on something else.”
His mother disappeared around the next corner in a blur of fuzzy cotton and brunette locks, leaving Jim to the terrifying kaleidoscope of his own emotions.
The crashing shore fell on deaf ears. So too did the approach of a dull roar of music, carrying on the gathering gusts that swirled across the beach. So too did the swoosh of sifting sand underfoot as someone neared his side.
“Thought I’d find you here,” you called out cheerfully as you arrived at his spot, slumping to the sand and taking a seat beside your boyfriend. “What’s up, babe?”
Your cacophony of syllables and musical notes nuzzled gently into his stupor, but not enough to encourage a response. His steely glance refused to falter.
Every night that goes between
Resting your speaker in your jacket pocket, your music penetrated his bubble and averted his vision down to the sand.
“Jim? What’s happened?”
I feel a little less
He sniffled softly, wiping long since dried tears with the sleeve of his wetsuit.
“I have to leave,” he muttered under his breath, a flimsy conviction behind his words suggesting he wished they weren’t rolling from his tongue in the first place. You slapped your thighs crossed beneath you to prepare to stand.
As you slowly go away from me
“Sure, I’ll walk you home—“
“You don’t understand,” Jim snapped, a curt hand waving in the tense air between you. “Mom’s moving us away.”
This is only another test
“Really?” Your calm tone unnerved Jim almost as much as his own predicament. “Well I’m sure however far you go, I can always come and see you—“
“Montana,” he scoffed through rage-curled lips. “She’s moving us to Montana.”
Every day you do not come
“Oh.”
No shaky delivery, no sinking shoulders as you realised the gravity of the situation, you remained peaceful as you meandered around your thought process.
“How long?”
Your softness fades away
“Next week,” Jim huffed before another wave of tears burst its banks, searing down his weary cheeks.
Your gaze joined his on the horizon ahead of you, the greying ocean reaching out to touch the darkening sky as they mimicked each other, cloaking themselves in the raging storm that beckoned beyond.
Did I ever really care that much?
“Do you want to go?”
Jim’s tumbling curls shook frantically in reply.
Is there anything left to say?
“Then let’s run away together instead,” you suggested without a glance in your boyfriend’s direction, fearing the moment you broke your stare with the sea, your own tears would swell too.
“Wh... where?”
Every hour of fear I spend
“We could go to DC,” you chuckled, shrugging softly at your knowingly absurd suggestion. “We could become politicians.”
My body tries to cry
Jim’s hand idly rinsed through the sand beneath his knees — his grip on every last grain symbolic of his control of his own destiny, his own path, his own future. Slipping through his fingers with every tumbling grain.
Living through each empty night
“I hear Minnesota’s nice this time of year?”
A soft, dismissive snort responded.
A deadly call inside
“Then let’s move up to the desert, live underground in a nuclear bunker and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist. How about that?”
Jim blinked hard, as if your proposition registered a familiar sensation in his mind. Hiding out seemed a preferable alternative.
I haven't felt this way I feel
You reached out an arm to link with his, scooting across the sand to lean into Jim as you continued your shared gaze beyond.
Since many a year ago
“I’ll always be happy wherever we go as long as I’m with you, Jim Mason—“
“Don’t call me that,” Jim snapped, a shiver pulsing through his body as his mother’s words resonated with him. “My name’s not Mason, not anymore.”
But in those years and the lifetimes past
“Good start,” you smiled warmly, politely assuming his sparky reaction was a stage of his distancing from his current life and into a new one together. “What should I call you now? Just Jim? Jungle Jim? The artist formerly known as Jim Mason?”
For the first time since you spotted him on the beach, Jim smiled. The curl of his lips cinched his bronzed cheeks so beautifully that even out of the corner of your eye, his smirk lit up the stormy sky.
I did not deal with the road
“I’ll... I’ll think of something,” Jim sighed, finally wrapping his fingers over yours draped over his elbow. His rough fingertips were cold, abandoned by the rush of blood to his face through his trauma.
Dipping your head to plant a soft kiss to his knuckles, you inhaled deeply against his skin. Jim always smelled like the ocean, a swathe of sharp seaweed scent bloomed in your senses as the curt tang of seasalt stung at your lips, the sensation you treasured so highly as a surfer’s girlfriend.
And I did not deal with you I know
“Wanna hit?”
You looked up to find Jim now gazing at you, his blue eyes enrobed with strained red veins. In his free hand, he held a small baggy, white powder collecting in the corners like a barnacle, a fungus, a cancer.
Though the love has always been
“Jim... what the fuck—“
“Don’t, please... please don’t lecture me like my mom,” he quickly interrupted your building objection. “I just really need this.”
The despair in his eyes as he looked to you for support spoke the truth in his words. Jim needed a fix, a release from his anguish, and he knew no better alternative.
So I search to find an answer there
“I’m not... I’m not trying to lecture you,” you retorted sharply, yanking your arm from his clutch. “If you touch that stuff again, you’ll die.”
“That’s what you all think,” he pouted, tearing the baggy open in one fell swoop, gazing longingly at its contents as if they held all the answers to happiness and life itself. “I just need this release right now.”
So I can truly win
Craning back in disbelief, you scowled at your boyfriend; the same fear lacing your pupils as the day you visited him in hospital after his last ‘release.’ You jolted to your feet, stepping away from his side.
Every hour of fear I spend
“Did you fucking hear me? You touch that shit again and you could die right here on this beach, Jim Mason—“
“I told you not to call me that,” Jim spat, fury curling his lips as he stumbled weakly to his feet.
My body tries to cry
“Is that all you can think about right now, your goddamn name? I’m not having my boyfriend wash up on this shore like a plastic bag and end up inside a body bag, you hear me?”
“You don’t know what’s going on in my mind, up here,” Jim tapped demonstrably at his forehead, vicious raised veins coursing across his temples as the white baggy slapped his furrowed brows. “It’s a storm in here. It’s always a fucking storm.”
Living through each empty night
“Then let me help you,” you half-shouted,  stepping forward tentatively with arms outstretched toward him. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“I’m always alone,” Jim wailed, cradling his head in both hands and his eyes clenched shut in a vain attempt to hold back tears. “Even Medina’s got that dick now — Adam or whatever the fuck his name is.”
A deadly call inside
“I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me,” Jim continued. “My family, my home, even my girlfriend hates me.”
“What?!” You almost shrieked, frowning so hard a muscle tinged in your forehead. “When did I say I hate you?”
So I try to say goodbye my friend
“You won’t even let me touch a tiny bit of coke, just to help me get through all this,” Jim barked. His seething tone reminded you of his mother, every word a loaded sentiment to test your reaction.
“I’m trying to help you get through this, Jim. Please.”
I’d like to leave you with something more
Jim’s volume crept louder and louder with every expletive, causing you to glance around you in case someone was watching you. The outline of someone sunbathing in the distance behind you was all you found.
As your gaze returned, Jim had already emptied the contents of the baggy onto the back of his hand, running trembling fingers through the soft powder to create haphazard lines on the tracks between his muscles.
“Jim, no!” You screamed, grabbing his hand and vigorously shaking it in yours, ignoring his wailing protests and flailing arms as he watched the powder float on the breeze. “I can’t let you, I can’t let you do—“
Your thoughts halted mid-sentence as realisation hit you.
But never ever been a blue calm sea
“Someone’s sunbathing?” You questioned aloud, eyes darting up to the charcoal clouds above you, blinking harshly through the light droplets of rain splattering on your face. “There’s no sun…”
Gripping Jim’s shaking hand, you spun on your heels and looked back at the outline you saw across the shore. A person laid out on the beach, too far away to tell which way they were facing.
“What the fuck are you—“
“Jim, we have to go.”
You tugged on his hand and pulled him alongside you as you ran toward the shape, breaths laboured with every panicking stride.
I have always been a storm
The closer you came to the outline, you realised the mound of brown hair signalled the person was facing down into the sand. Breaking into a sprint, you let go of Jim’s hand as he ran beside you.
Always been a storm
“Help, please, somebody help!” Your screams echoed across the bay, calling out to the surfer vans and lifeguard hut on the cliffs.
Oh, always been a storm
Tumbling to your knees at their side, you pressed your palms to the man’s back to shake him.
“Sir—sir, are you okay?” Your trembling tone pierced across the bay as Jim arrived at your side. “He’s not breathing, we need to turn him over.”
I have always been a storm
Kneeling next to you, Jim fixed on the man’s hair. Tousled mousy brown curls just like his own, sun bleached just like his own, battered by relentless salt water just like this own.
We were frail
He fell back in despair, crawling away on his hands as tears poured down his cheeks.
“Jim, please help me—“
She said "every night he will break your heart"
Tugging frantically at his wet shirt, you grunted as you heaved the man onto his back and brushed the hair from his face. Speckled with sand, his jaw drooped and his eyes lay fixed open, pupils blown wide. Spotting his sallow, wrinkled cheeks and a congealed white powder at his nostrils, your breath hitched in your throat.
I should've known from the first
“Is... is he dead?” Jim stammered as he stepped forward to look over your shoulder.
Your eyes dropped to the sand beneath you, straining to your feet to step back as an official-looking woman raced across the beach to attend to the scene.
I’d be the broken-hearted
“He’s dead?!” Jim wailed, rinsing his face in his hands. You turned to cradle him into the crook of your neck, his heartfelt sobs soaking into your shoulder as the woman plucked a radio from her pocket and called out for assistance.
“That could have…. he could have been me.”
“It’s okay, Jim, I’ve got you.”
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” he cried helplessly, hooking trembling arms around your waist. “I’ll never touch it again, I promise, never again.”
But I loved you from the start
“I know,” you soothed, running your hands over the rain-dripped neoprene expanse of his wetsuit. “Let’s get you home.”
“Wh...” he trailed off as he calmed his hysterics, tumbling onto you for support. “Where’s home?”
Not all the prayers in the world could save us
You smoothed his now-drooping curls with a reassuring hand, blinking aside your own streaming tears.
“Home is wherever you are, Jim.”
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